Part 1

Boy, do I have a story to tell you. My name is Heather. I’m 20 years old and this happened just a bit after my 20th birthday. I’m a petite Asian girl, of Japanese descent specifically. I have dark brown hair which at this point in time, I liked to wear in twin tails that went down to my elbows. I have hazel eyes and D-cup breasts. Not the biggest, I know but they’ve served me well as you’ll find out soon. However, before I had discovered my greatest passion in life, my life, in fact, was more or less a living Hell. I suffered from severe shyness, crippling social anxiety and above all else, a dominant fear of confrontation, all of which defined the life I had back then. Little Ms. Doormat, that was me. I could never say no to anyone and my fear of confrontation is so possessive that just the thought of standing up for myself makes me nauseous and feel like I’m about to have a panic attack. And today was a particularly rough day. I came home feeling half dead but my mood immediately improved after seeing my boyfriend, Jason waiting for me on the couch.

Yes, believe it or not, a shrinking violet like me had a boyfriend. It was more of a happy accident though. As is tradition, Jason was the one who made the first move. He was my age and we had the same class once. One day, out of nowhere, he approached me and asked me out. I turned beet red and thought I was going to faint but since I can never say no to anyone, I said yes, stammering like ten times. I was nervous beyond description but I had a great time. Despite being 18 when we met, he was my first boyfriend. I wasn’t his first girlfriend, of course. As time went on and I became more and more comfortable with him, we even started to have sex. He waited for me to decide when I was ready, bless his heart and he took my virginity a year before this story takes place. Jason is really the only person I felt like I could be myself around and I don’t know what I would do without him. I practically collapsed onto the couch, resting my head on his washboard chest and sighing audibly.

“Another bad day, babe?” He asked, stroking my twintails soothingly, which he knew I loved.

“Worst day of my life.” I said in a defeated tone.

“Tell me everything.” He said. So I did.

As I’ve said, my three most fatal flaws are my extreme shyness, my controlling social anxiety and my indescribable fear of confrontation. And there were four people in particular in my life that reaped those flaws for all that they were worth. To start with, history class. History is a strong passion of mine and my major. I was taking a class focused on 20th century conflicts and I was “blessed” enough to be classmates with Leah. The captain of the cheerleaders and the epitome of stereotypes on just that. She was a bitchy dumb blonde who had an insufferable valley girl accent and wore her platinum blonde locks in a ponytail. She also had noticeable DDs, which no doubt aided in her popularity. Since I was top of the class, she had bullied me into doing all her work for her since she has to keep her grades up to maintain her position on the squad. One day, she met up with me in the hall where we always meet to exchange her/my work.

“Is that World War II paper done yet?” She asked impatiently.

“Yes.” I said in my soft, weak whisper of a voice, desperately trying to avoid eye contact.

I took out the paper and handed it to her.

“About time.” She said. Ungrateful cunt. “And you made sure yours wasn’t, like, too similar, right? I don’t want the professor to get suspicious.”

“Yes.” I said.

“Well, you’d totally better get started on that Cold War paper too.” She instructed. I looked at her with a worried expression.

“What is it?” She asked rudely. “I don’t have a blackhead, do I?”

“That paper is supposed to be at least 5,000 words…and I still have to do mine without it being too similar.” I explained.

“Sounds like a you problem.” She said coldly.

“But…” I said.

“Are you disobeying me?” She asked rhetorically.

“No.” I said defeatedly.

“Good. Now get that brain of yours to work. It’s all you’re good for, anyway.” She said before strutting off, her ponytail streaming behind her along with the skirt of her cheerleader uniform.

And that’s just how my day started. School was usually my escape as it was the only thing I was good at and that blonde bimbo was ruining it for me. But then there’s my job…Oh, Christ. I worked as a Hooters waitress. Again, you’re probably shocked by that but like with my boyfriend, I didn’t go into it willingly. However, while Jason ended up being a stroke of luck and a happy accident, my job was the exact opposite. I was just walking by one day and some redhead who looked to be at least an E-cup approached me out of nowhere. I was in a hurry but I was too afraid of coming off as rude to say anything. She said her name was Evelyn and asked me if I wanted a job at Hooters. She bluntly said that my being Asian would attract a lot of guys and be good for tokenism. That sounded awful and I wanted to lie and just say I already had a job but before I said a word, Evelyn already acted as if I said yes and told me my hours. I was way too meek to even try to argue.

My job was fucking miserable. Everything about it was a nightmare. The revealing uniform I had to wear made me feel like a piece of meat and I got leered at and catcalled by creeps all day. Evelyn was my co-worker and she walked all over me. She would blow off her more unpleasant jobs on me constantly. Today was particularly bad. One day, she handed me a bunch of trays of food that looked like it would take at least three people to carry.

“Make yourself useful for once and go give those gentlemen their order, why don’t you?” Evelyn asked or rather passive-aggressively demanded.

She pointed to the table where a bunch of loud, obnoxious, douchey fratboys were being pricks and throwing things around. Oh, God, I didn’t want to go over there. I gave Evelyn a sorry look.

“Is there a problem?” She asked rudely.

“No.” I said with sad eyes.

I took the trays and had to balance them on top of each other. Now that I think about it, I should’ve just made more than one trip. As I walked over there, those perverts immediately started whistling at me and making lewd comments. One of them even said he would’ve preferred the redhead, which was just the icing on the humiliation cake. As I was giving those assholes their food, one of them flipped my skirt upwards and scared me so badly that I spilled one of the trays on the floor. Evelyn saw the whole thing.

“Ugh! Can’t you do anything right?!” She scolded me. I almost wanted to cry.

She apologized to those jerks and got another tray for them, of course making me give it to them again. Evelyn was the worst co-worker in the world. You’re probably thinking that I could’ve spoken to the manager about her…But the manager was even worse. My Boss’s name was Kara. A 35 year old raven with what appeared to be F-cup tits and bitchy looking secretary glasses. Evelyn has been the employee of the month for a long time now, so Kara kissed her ass and let her get away with just about anything. She once summoned me to her office to yell at me for what happened. Of course, Evelyn also had to be there.

“I’ll have you know that that tray of food is coming out of your paycheck.” Kara said.

“Okay.” I said weekly.

I got paid minimum wage as is…Goddamn it.

“You’re lucky that the freaks who come here like gawking at you, you damn klutz.” Evelyn insulted.

“Until we find another shy, Asian girl, we’re not firing you, though.” Kara said. “Maybe if you’re on your best behavior, we’ll keep two of you around. Now get back to work.”

“But my shift…” I said.

“Did I ask for your opinion?” Kara asked bitchily. Apparently that is indeed a word. “Now get off your lazy ass and mop the floors!”

I did as I was asked. I could’ve spoken to HR about this but they would know I squealed on them and I just couldn’t handle the discomfort of having to make my case. Plus, I was new and it would be two against one. I would lose and they’d ride me even harder. I needed the money anyway since Jason and I share an apartment and I hated being a freeloader on him. I finished my story to him.

“I’m sorry, babe.” He said. “I wish you’d stand up for yourself more.”

“So do I.” I said, snuggling him. “But…I just can’t handle the stress of that.”

“I know.” Jason said. “But tomorrow’s another day.”

Just then, our doorbell rang.

“Sounds like her royal bitchiness is here.” Jason said. We both got up.

“Her royal bitchiness” refers to the last but certainly not the least of my bullies. Our landlady, Dawn. She’s a brunette like me but her hair is a lighter shade of brown than mine. Neither Jason nor I made very much money, so we had a little…arrangement going with Dawn for when we couldn’t pay our bills. You see, Dawn was a raging bisexual and also a lecherous pervert that would make any of my customers at Hooters look like the Dalai Lama in comparison. So, when we were short on cash, like today, we would do…things for her. She lusted over both of us, so she would sometimes ask for naughty pics, sometimes she would want to see us naked in person and sometimes she would want to cop a feel. Her requests were different all the time.

Yes, what she was going was extremely dodgy but we had nowhere else to go and Dawn was smoking hot herself, so if we told anyone, they’d probably envy us more than anything else. Still, neither of us liked having to degrade ourselves like this. Jason opened the door, revealing Dawn in all her bitchy, G-cupped glory.

“Rent’s due.” She said rudely. Hello to you too, cunt.

My boyfriend and I both looked at each other silently. Dawn then smiled, knowing what that meant.

“This is why you two are my favorite occupants.” She said.

She walked into our home and closed the door behind her.

“I’ll do it today.” I said.

“No, I will.” Jason argued.

“It’s my call, remember?” Dawn said firmly. “Now shut up and let me think.”

After about thirty seconds, she decided.

“I’ll take you.” She said, pointing to me. “What’s your name again?”

“Heather.” I said meekly.

“Yeah, whatever.” Dawn said.

Jason looked very guilty. I know he wanted to cover for me after the day I’ve had but Dawn made up her mind.

“I want a kiss.” Dawn said. “And none of that pecking shit. I’m not your Grandmother. I want a full on, five minute long makeout session.”

“Okay.” I said quietly.

“Don’t look so glum, sexy.” Dawn said. “You know how many would kill to be in your position right now?”

“Humble as ever.” Jason mocked.

“You stay out of this!” Dawn ordered. “It’ll be your turn next time.”

Before I was ready, Dawn grabbed me by my twin tails and yanked my face forward, ramming her tongue down my throat. My face was blushing so much, I thought my head would explode. I turned my gaze over to Jason, who looked furious and helpless. Most guys would be thrilled to see their girlfriend kissing another woman but he always hated seeing me even slightly uncomfortable…Oh, what did I do to deserve him? Dawn violated my mouth for five minutes sharp, as she said before pulling out roughly, leaving me panting.

“You happy now?” Jason asked Dawn rudely.

“Very.” Dawn said, licking my saliva off of her lips. “I’ll cover your rent this month. You’re welcome.”

As she left, slamming the door, Jason helped me up.

“You okay?” He asked.

“Yeah.” I answered.

We decided not to dwell on it and just move on. However, I had to confess that that kiss was…Kind of exciting. I never experienced any attraction to the same sex before but Dawn knew how to work that tongue of hers. I even felt myself getting a little moist down there. No way I could tell Jason, of course. We had dinner, washed up and a few hours later, we went to bed. Luckily I had the next couple days off. I need them now more than ever. I lied awake that night, bitter and frustrated. I hate myself for allowing all of this to happen. Jason and I could’ve just moved into the College dorms but we hated being apart and I would probably just get another bitchy bully of a roommate. Maybe even two of them. No. Whoring ourselves out to our landlady was better than that. I’m so sick of my own weakness. Why can’t I just work up the nerve to put all of those miserable cunts in their place? I fantasize about it all the time. God, the ways I would humiliate all four of those bitches…Oh, well. No use letting keep me awake at night…I tried to make myself go to sleep but I was just too worked up. I started to get thirsty and I got up to get something to drink.

As I walked past Jason’s room, I saw that his door was ever so slightly cracked open and I couldn’t help but notice the tiny ray of light spilling out. I was way too nosy not to take a peek inside. I tried very carefully to open the door slowly and just enough for me to see inside. He was on his laptop with his headphones on and I saw a very enthralled and excited look on his face. My anxiety immediately took hold of me and assumed the worst. His gaze then wandered over to the door and his expression changed from one of immersion to surprise and fear. The feeling was mutual as I felt my heart jump into my throat.

“Heather?!” He asked in a panic, immediately closing his laptop.

“I’m sorry!” I said frantically. “I didn’t mean to snoop!”

“It’s fine.” He said, calming down. “You just startled me, that’s all.”

I still felt guilty.

“Can’t sleep either?” He asked.

“No.” I answered. “I was just going to get a drink when I saw the light from your room and I just got curious. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s no problem, really.” Jason said. “I was just browsing through my music to try and help me get to sleep.”

That face he was making before he knew I was there told a different story. I know people can be immersed by music but to that extent? Maybe I was just being paranoid, though.

“Well, I guess I’ll go get that drink now. Do you want anything?” I asked, trying to move past the awkward situation.

“Maybe a water bottle will help me get some shuteye.” He said. “Thanks.”

My heart was still racing as I got him the water bottle and one for myself. I went back to his room and handed it to him before going back to bed. My chronic anxiety was through the roof, wondering what it was he was doing. God, as if this night couldn’t get any worse. What did he not want me to see? No…Was he cheating on me? Was he chatting with some bitch online? Oh, please no. Maybe that’s why he didn’t want to share beds when we moved in here! He said it was because he couldn’t sleep with someone else in the bed but what if he was lying?! He’s all I have in my life!…Okay, calm down. Think about this. Would he do that to you? Especially after all the times he’s stood up for you?…No…Wait, maybe he was just watching porn. Yeah, that makes sense. All guys do it, girlfriend or no. However, that kind of upset me too. Was I not enough for him? Did seeing Dawn tongue me down turn him on more than he let on? Not that I have any room to talk when it comes to that but still.

I began to relax, finally. Still, I wondered, what kind of porn is he into? It’s only natural for a girl to be curious about what gets her man going. I sighed internally. I had to find out. If I did, maybe I could adjust myself properly to his tastes, so he’d have no reason to do this again. I hated going behind his back but I just couldn’t control myself. Wait, that’s it! He has double shifts the next couple of days but I’m off! I can look at his history when he’s gone! God, I’m so pathetic but I had to! My anxiety finally went away as I drifted off to sleep. The next morning we were having Breakfast and he finished quickly before he got ready for work.

“I’m going. You sure you’ll be good here by your lonesome?” He asked.

“I’ll be okay, thanks.” I answered.

“Wait..” Jason said. I got nervous for a second. Was he on to me?!

“When did you start letting your hair down?” He asked.

I just now noticed that. I guess in all the excitement from last night, I forgot to put my twin tails in.

“I guess I forgot.” I answered honestly. “Do you like it?”

“I love it!” He answered. “You look even hotter than usual, babe.”

I smiled and blushed as he kissed my forehead and left.

“Goodbye!” He said, leaving.

“Bye.” I said softly.

As he left, I stared outside our window waiting for his car to leave before I tried anything. He drove off and I immediately went for his room. I walked past the bathroom and first noticed my reflection. Wow. I do look pretty good with my hair down. It reached my ass. It makes me look more confident too, even if that doesn’t match my personality. And Jason likes it, so maybe I’ll stick with this look. I figured I owed him that much for what I was about to do. I went into his room and pulled his laptop out from under his bed. I opened it up and turned it on. Ugh! What would his password be?! I thought about it for a second. As cliche as it was, I typed “Heather” with a capital H in and…It worked. That guy…I felt my heart melt and then a sudden twinge of guilt. Still, I had to find out for sure. I went through his Internet history.

Well…I was half right. He was looking at porn, all right. Just not in video format or even picture format but story format. He was reading erotic stories! Huh, I thought only girls were into that kind of thing. Now I was even more curious. What was he reading? He most often visited a site called “Hostboard”. The most recent story he read was by username “YuriLesboLover”. What a stupid name. It was some story about a team of hot cop girls with huge tits and they snag their female perps by fucking them. Sexfighting, it’s called. I wasn’t familiar but the name spoke for itself. Two girls would fuck each other until one was incapable of continuing. Honestly…I found myself getting pretty invested in these stories. Like crazy invested. Excited even. Between that and my reaction to Dawn’s kiss, I was really starting to question my sexuality. Hey, no one’s here, why not explore a little?

I kept going through his history, reading these incredible stories. They were so well written and immersive, painting a perfect picture in my mind. I began to feel my nipples harden and my pussy heat up. I can’t take it anymore! I’ll just wash his sheets before he gets home! I found myself masturbating to these stories as they hypnotized me. Before I knew it, hours had passed. I kept imagining myself as the girls fucking each other to the max in these stories and I felt over the moon. I read stories from authors like JB57, A. Penman, KingOfDaPirates, Angel Dawn, Deensmith, Rivals Rapture, and so much more. At some point, I had exhausted all of his history of the stories and noticed that his battery had been running low. Oh, shit! Six hours had passed already! He’ll be home in another six! Wait, I can just use my own laptop to read more! I plugged his charger in and ran off to my room with a spring in my step, completely forgetting all of my problems from yesterday. They don’t matter now! I need more stories!

I practically jumped into bed, opened my laptop and went right back in! I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this excited! I read just about every story I could find. My enthusiasm wouldn’t die off no matter how many times I pleasured myself. I eventually read through the entire Hostboard catalog…And then I discovered FreeCatFights and Fights.Sexy…and then sexfight videos like Gachinko Lesbian Battle…I felt like a kid on Christmas morning. Before I knew it, another six hours had passed and I heard the front door unlocking. My heart sank. Shit! I forgot to wash his sheets! I ran over to his bed and sighed with relief upon realizing that his bed had dried and I left no stains. Holy shit, I needed to control myself. I walked in as he came in and we smiled at each other.

“You’re looking in good spirits.” He said.

“Yeah.” I said. “I guess some time alone was all I needed.”

If only he knew.

“Well, I’m gonna hit the showers.” Jason said.

“Okay.” I said.

“You decided to keep your hair that way, huh?” He asked.

“Yeah.” I answered. “I just needed a change, I guess.”

“Well, I’m not complaining.” He said.

As he left for the shower, I realized that I forgot to unplug the charger from his laptop. As he began showering, I ran to his room to do just that. After we both showered, we went to bed…Or at least he did. No way I could stop now. I kept searching high and low for more sexfight anything. Stories, videos, art, it didn’t matter. I was addicted. I had to go to sleep eventually, though. The next morning came and it was a repeat. Breakfast, him going to work and me burying myself in my laptop. By the time the day was almost over, I knew the sexfight kink inside and out. All of it. The authors, the stories, the models, the characters created, everything. More than that, I felt…transformed. Like all my maniacal inhibitions were finally beginning to slip away. The girls in these stories I’d read…They were all so confident, so sexy, so slutty, so nymphomaniacal and so unbreakable in their desire to fuck each other…I found that so hot but also so admirable. I wanted to be like them. I wanted to not take shit from any bitch…And you know what? I was starting to feel that way.

Just before my boyfriend was about to get home, I looked at myself in the mirror again. I felt like I was looking at a totally different person. The person I saw was bold, sexy, ambitious and above all else, confident! The look on my face was a look of pure focus and determination. I felt like I could take on the world and all from discovering my new favorite kink. Heather the doormat was no more and I wanted everyone to know it…Jason…How do I tell him? He’ll surely notice the change in me. How do I tell him what I did? That I distrusted him enough to invade his privacy like that…I couldn’t not tell him, especially when I had him to thank for the new me even existing. I felt bad but I would cross that bridge when I got there. Speaking of the devil, Jason unlocked the door and came in. I ran over to him and gave him a big, tight hug.

“Woah, babe!” He said with a giggle. “What’s gotten into you?”

“I can tell you what’s about to get into me.” I said as I began to strip him down.

He looked visibly shocked. He always took charge when we had sex.

“Not that I’m complaining but who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?” He joked.

“Just shut up and get in the damn bed.” I teased.

We fucked that night better than we had ever fucked before. It felt like how Romeo and Juliet should’ve ended. I never felt so alive. As we drifted off to sleep, I realized what else I had to do. If the girls in those stories could outfuck other bitches, so could I. And I had class tomorrow followed by work the next day. It’s payback time! That blonde bitch Leah is first on the chopping block! I can’t wait to make her squeal like the pig she is! But I calmed down when I felt Jason’s arm wrap around me, spooning me from behind, his nose in my hair. I love the new me. Almost as much as I loved Jason. Tonight, I sleep..but tomorrow, I conquer…

Part 2

Well, my day of reckoning had arrived. Or at least my first day of reckoning. I had my history class today where that aforementioned paper on the Cold War was due. I had already done both mine and Leah’s and I’d hate for the effort of the second paper to go to waste, so I would let that blonde bimbo have it. However, I would make it absolutely clear that our arrangement was over and that she would have to do her own work from now on. I had no doubt she planned on arguing. Hell, I welcome it, even. I would challenge her to a sexfight over it. My very first sexfight. I was very excited. I mean, who doesn’t wanna fuck a cheerleader? But I was also admittedly quite nervous. Every nympho is for their first rodeo. Before going to class, I ran into the bitchy valley girl for our exchange of papers.

“About time. Now where is it?” She asked rudely.

With an apathetic look on my face, I snapped the paper out in front of her empty skull. She bitchily swiped it from my hand.

“It better be good.” She said. “And hold the attitude next time. It doesn’t suit you.”

“Why don’t you make me?” I asked daringly. She looked at me like I just pulled a gun on her.

“What, did letting your hair down suddenly, like turn you into a cunt?” She asked in her brainless Californian accent.

She was half right, though. I felt my new hair was a symbol of my new lease on life. I would never go back to that helpless little twin-tailed shy girl…Unless it was for roleplay.

“I don’t have time to explain to an airhead like you. Just get to class.” I ordered.

Leah rolled her eyes and did as I said, her platinum blonde ponytail streaming behind her. It took all of my willpower to stop myself from reaching out, grabbing it and pulling her to the floor right then and there but I would control myself. I eyed up her skirt and she had a nice ass. I licked my lips. The thought just occurred to me that she might say no, so I decided on a little insurance. A mix of both bribery and blackmail will make anyone crack. As class went on, I found myself getting distracted by my fantasies of what I would do to Leah. I fluctuated between excited and nervous constantly. At the worst of times, I even felt my old self trying to take hold of me again and begging me to apologize to Leah but I gagged her with a sock. I would never go back to being Little Ms. Doormat ever again. I thought of my favorite characters and their trials and tribulations. Like how much confidence it took Jasmine from YuriLesboLover’s 732 series to face down her nemesis Sabrina for the first time. Or in the Maggie and Amber series when Amber still tried to avenge her girlfriend Maggie by fighting Sylvia in the shower even after a brutal oil match with her own rival, Jenny. Man, that was a good one…I found myself getting aroused but my doubts had gone away. I had to arrange for Leah to meet me somewhere where we wouldn’t get caught and more importantly, would be good for a fight but I had to set up the fight itself first. After class, we met at our usual rendezvous point. We both got As, as expected.

“I got an A because of you, so I’ll look past your bitchiness from earlier just this once.” Leah said, playing with her ponytail in typical airhead fashion. “But you’d better come through for me on the next assignment on the Yugoslav Wars.”

“Do it yourself, cunt.” I said with a cocky grin, crossing my arms beneath by D-cups.

“Excuse me?” She asked with genuine shock.

“You heard me!” I said firmly. “Unless it went through one ear and out the other again!”

“When did you suddenly grow a rack?” She asked.

“None of your business, bitch.” I shot back.

“You fucking whore! Do I need to remind you of our arrangement?” She asked.

“Maybe you do.” I said, fiddling around in my pockets, pressing record on my phone.

“Okay, fine.” She said. “You do my work for me, so I get straight As and can stay cheer captain.”

“And what do I get out of it?” I asked.

“Jackshit, that’s what you get out of it!” She yelled. “What, now you want something in return?”

“I’m just saying, I can get in trouble too if we get caught.” I argued.

“Then don’t get caught.” She ordered. I stopped recording at that point.

“Yeah, that may be difficult.” I said smugly.

“Why?” She asked, suspicious of me.

I took my phone out and played the recording back to her. She went white as a ghost and her jaw almost dropped.

“Would be a shame if anyone saw this, now wouldn’t it?” I asked with a pompous smile.

“You’ll get busted too!” She said with a frantic whisper.

“Yes…But I’m not the cheer captain, am I?” I asked rhetorically. “Besides, I’m a favorite student. I can just say you bullied me into doing it. Which you did!”

She sighed defeatedly.

“Okay, fine.” She said glumly. “The deal’s off. Happy now?”

“Well, it doesn’t have to be off.” I said.

“Huh?” She asked, obviously confused as is her nature. “What the Hell are you like, getting at?”

“Why don’t you like totally take a guess?” I asked, mocking her valley girl accent.

“What do you want?” She asked.

“I wanna make a bet with you.” I answered. “If I win, the deal’s off but if you win, I’ll still do your work for the rest of the semester.”

“What kind of bet?” She asked, her curiosity peaked.

“A sexfight.” I said. “I want us to fuck each other to our body’s limits and whoever surrenders or passes our first loses.”

I expected her to look stunned at that proposal…but she wasn’t. In fact, she looked rather pleased with a devious look on her face.

“Oh…” She said almost flirtatiously. “You play the game too, do you?”

I felt my heart skip a beat. She’s a nympho too!

“That’s right.” I answered. “I didn’t think you were into that.”

“Of course, I am.” Leah said. “How do you think I keep my squad in line or from trying to take my position?”

“Small world, I guess.” I said.

“Not really.” She said. “Lots of girls do it…Oh, wait! You’re a total newbie, aren’t you?!”

“Maybe.” I said a bit nervously.

“You like so are!” She said. “So, that’s where the change in attitude came from! Alright, babe. You’re on. You’re pretty fuckable for a nerd, anyway.”

“Where and when?” I asked.

“Girls locker room at 7:00 PM.” She answered. “That’s where I deal with my teammates who forget their place.”

“Okay, it’s on.” I said.

She smiled and walked away. I figured now was a good time to talk tough.

“What, no goodbye kiss?” I asked teasingly.

She giggled, turned around and walked back towards me. She grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled my mouth towards hers, just like Dawn had done a couple days ago. She kissed me passionately and I kissed her back. It felt…so amazing. We made out for about two minutes before she pulled her lips off of mine.

“I’ll see you tonight, you hot cunt.” She said.

“Looking forward to it, you sexy bitch.” I shot back.

She walked away again, for real this time. I was facing a veteran for my first fight. Was I nervous? Yes. Very. Or at least I was until that glorious kiss. I felt my lust and competitive spirit come back to me. I wanted to fuck Leah more than anything in the world right now. Besides, Leah is my age, 20, so she couldn’t have been doing this for any longer than two years. And even if I did lose, I was such a history whiz, I could just go ahead in the class and do both our work in a week or two. No backing out now. If Vanessa from the 732 series could be brave enough to face down Las Brujas again, I could be brave enough to take on some airheaded cheerleader.

The rest of the day went on as normal. By the time 7:00 had arrived, I was waiting for Leah at the girls locker room as she instructed. The wait felt like an eternity before she finally showed up in her cheerleader uniform. She looked stunning. Her hair was out of her usual ponytail, letting her flowing blonde tresses fall to the top of her ass cheeks, just like mine did. God, I was gonna enjoy this. We didn’t say a word. We just shot lustful, excited but aggressive gazes at each other, knowing what we were here for. She had a key in her hand and used it to get into the locker room. I followed her inside where she turned on the lights where she guided me towards her locker. We both put all of our stuff inside before stripping down and putting our clothes in there with it. Honestly, I was expecting her to demand that I delete the recording before we started but I guess she really was just as into this as I was. My heart was pounding like a drum as I ogled her naked form. Her shiny, pale skin, her plump, juicy ass, her luscious DDs with hardened, pink nipples and her red, ripe pussy that looked so salivatingly appetizing. I could tell she was eyeing me up just as much. I was naked. I felt both terrified and exhilarated. I felt Leah’s perverted gaze wash over me and my long, silky brown hair brush against my soft skin. I felt so dirty, so slutty, so degenerative and oh so alive.

“With a body like yours, you ought to be a cheerleader too.” Leah said, running her hand along my arm.

“I just wish the rest of your squad of hoes was here to see me make you scream.” I said, caressing her back.

“Like I’d lose to a rookie like you.” She mocked. “But let’s not waste any more time.”

“We agree on that.” I said.

I followed Leah as she guided me towards the shower room, my eyes following her swaying cheeks emphasized by her hair waving across her ass. I’ve never lusted for someone else this much in my life, not even Jason. We arrived at the shower room but Leah walked away.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“What, do you wanna fuck on that hard, uncomfortable tiled floor?” She asked. “I’m getting the matts.”

She had a point. A couple minutes later, she came back with a bunch of matts, likely used by the wrestling team and placed them all along the shower floor, perfectly even with the walls, leaving the entire floor covered. She knew her stuff.

“How many times have you done this before?” I asked.

“A lot.” She answered. “You know how catty and bitchy cheerleaders can get.”

“Yes, I certainly do.” I said.

“Are you like scared yet or something?” She asked.

“You wish, babe.” I said. “Now are we gonna talk or are we gonna fence clits?”

“First, let’s get ourselves nice and wet.” Leah suggested. “I like, totally hate getting friction burn.”

She walked over to one of the showerheads and began turning the nozzle, letting the warm water soak her, matting her blonde hair down. I was mesmerized by the sight for a moment before I started walking over to another showerhead.

“Oh, no you don’t, girl!” Leah yelled. “Come here and shower with me! Unless you’re chickenshit.”

“You wanna shower, bitch? Then let’s shower!” I said.

I marched over to her being pelted by the shower before I slammed my Ds into her DDs and my tongue into her mouth like she had done to me. She reacted surprised but quickly got into it as she wrapped her arms around me as we made out ferociously as we got soaked. Holy fuck…I felt…amazing! Beyond what words can describe! I felt my tongue wrestle hers, my skin being soothed by the warm water as my hair got heavier and heavier from being drenched. I felt my nipples grind against hers as she buried her hands in my wet, matted hair and I did the same to hers. It was like I was in heaven. Like it was my birthday, Christmas morning, Easter and the last day of school all at once. Time slowed to a delicious, euphoric crawl as our mouths fucked underneath the shower. Her tongue felt so moist and rubbery and smooth but also textured rubbing against mine. Her saliva was so good, so sweet and tangy like liquid jolly rancher. I felt like I was gonna cum right then and there but I didn’t. My body wanted more. Needed more! It was at this moment that my transformation had become complete and irreversible. I was a nymphomaniac right down to my very bones. Leah reached behind her and turned off the water, leaving us both soaked and still making out before she finally broke the kiss.

“Not bad for a sexfight virgin.” She admitted as she twirled my wet hair through one of her fingers. “I’m gonna enjoy every second of breaking your pussy down, slut.”

“I was about to say the same thing to yo-“ I said before she interrupted me by pushing me down onto the matted floor.

I tried to get up but she dove on top of me and pried my legs open, exposing my burning, aroused twat before bringing her own on top of it and grinding into me like nobody’s business.

“Ohhhhhhhh!!!!” I shrieked as I finally felt the cornerstone of every what every sexfight is. Another bitch’s pussy rubbing against mine!

“You feel that, you hot fucking whore?“ Leah asked, teasingly. “That’s what going cunt-to-cunt with another nympho feels like! Get used to it because you’ll never want to feel it just once!”

Christ, she was not kidding. The shockwaves of pleasure and chilling, semi-numbing volts swimming throughout my body were unearthly. I felt as if my soul was being taken for a ride on a roller coaster of bliss that I had no control over. Like sleep paralysis except all the fear and helplessness is replaced with pure pleasure. This was it. This was the ultimate high. This was what living as a woman was all about. This was what I had been missing out on for far too long. Memories of all my favorite stories and videos came flooding back but with a whole new perspective now that I knew what kind of pleasure they were feeling when they were tribbing their opponents.

“Ahhhhh!!!!” I cried in pure joy, my tongue sticking out and I began to drool like I was ODing…Please for the love of God, don’t ever let this heaven on earth end!

“I remember, ugh! My first trib too!” Leah said through her grunting. “What I’d give for that feeling again.”

I felt dizzy, loopy and unbalanced like I had been drugged but my mind was possessed by almost childlike wonder. Jason…Oh, God, I loved him even more for indirectly introducing me to these amazing feelings. I already began to feel my first orgasm building up higher and higher and higher until I could take no more of this intoxicating bliss.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I screamed out as I came harder than I had ever cum in my life. I don’t think I’ve ever screamed so loud either.

I sprayed like a fire hydrant, completely splattering Leah all over. She got off of me and looked down at me as she caught her breath.

“Wow.” Leah said. “Like, even I didn’t cum that hard from my first orgasm in a fight. I know you’re a rookie but wow.”

My eyes were just now rolling into the front of my head as I came back to reality.

“I knew this would be easy but I’d think you’d show me at least a little bit of a good time.” Leah mocked.

Oh, no. This was not over. Not even close. Not even close to coming close. I felt possessed. Like a rabid animal. I needed more! Every drug on Earth wishes it was half as addictive as sexfighting! I got up on my hands and knees, my wet, brunette locks curtaining my face as I huffed and puffed like I had just given birth. Leah kept looking at me with a look of either concern or fear. I think she was beginning to realize what kind of monster she had just awoken. As I caught my breath, I looked back up at Leah and in the blink of an eye, I tackled her, pried her legs open, rested them on my shoulders and began pounding my cunt away into hers.

“Aghhhhh!! Fuck!” She cursed as I tribbed her.

“That’s it, you hot, blonde bitch! Cry out for me!” I mocked.

The feeling of tribbing another bitch was somehow completely different but also nearly identical to being tribbed by said bitch. So beautiful…No other feeling like it. And the pleasure was not just physical. I looked down at Leah, her wincing eyes, grit teeth and distressed face as her long, wet hair fanned out behind her on the floor. She looked so helpless, so pathetic…so hot, sexy and fuckable! For so long, I had fantaized of making her pay for how she treated me, the forced work, the bitchy comments and her insufferable personality and now here she was, getting fucked into the ground by me. By the shrinking violet who once got sick at the mere image of standing up for myself. That girl was dead now. More than dead. And good fucking riddance. I pulled my pelvis back and then slammed it back into her pussy.

“Ohhh!!” She groaned.

“You like that, cunt?!” I asked loudly. “You fucking like that?! How’s it feel, you fucking blonde, bimbo, bitch?! How’s your own medicine taste?! HOW?!?!?!”

I felt like the baddest bitch in the world as I fucked her. My D-cups and wet brown hair bouncing and flying with each hump, spraying water all over. Her pussy felt so soft and warm and juicy underneath mine. Just when I thought this night couldn’t get any better, both my clit and her own came unhooded only to brush against each other inside our sealed labias.

“Fuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkk!!!!!” Leah cursed. “You goddamn, pussy-fucking skank!!!”

“Oh, yeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!” I moaned, my eyes nearly rolling back. I had to stop myself from drooling.

Oh, God, Jason! Why didn’t you show me this years ago! We were both screaming so loud that I think someone may have been able to hear if they were in the gym but I didn’t give a shit. I don’t care who hears or even who comes in here and sees. Not the janitor, not a security guard, not a professor, not the dean, not a cop, not Jason, not my Mom, not my Dad, not the Pope, not even the fucking President of the United States! I would not stop fucking this worthless cunt if my life depended on it. If a sniper was watching me right now…Well, I just hope he’d enjoy the show enough not to shoot. I know I would. I soon began to feel my next climax coming on but I knew the sheer willpower I was feeling to fuck her would dampen its exhausting effects. I also had a strong feeling in my pudenda that Leah was about to cum as well. Low and behold, I was right.

“Agh! Ugh! GOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!” Leah shrieked as she came.

“Yes! That’s it, baby! Ohhhhhhh!!!!” I moaned as I came with her.

I felt her fluids slide into my inner walls and my own slide into hers, splashing together inside our joined cunts. God, there was no feeling in the world like that. I pulled away from her, our lower lips peeling off of each other gloriously as I fell back, catching my breath. Leah was still ahead of me by one orgasm but it was clear as day that that last climax was far more devastating for her than it was for me. Her face was beet red and she was moaning like the bitch in heat that I knew she was. She looked rather impressed.

“Holy shit…” She said through her moaning. “You weren’t, like…hustling me about being a rookie, were you?”

“No…” I answered through my own heavy breathing. Even I was amazed at what I had just done…And at the fact that I was still hungry for more.

Leah flipped her wet hair out of her face and crawled over towards me. She got real close to my face and we started making out again. We both moaned quietly and lovingly as we kissed each other, our tongues gently snaking together. I hated this bitch and still do but I was so over the moon right now that I would happily seize any opportunity to be intimate with her right now. Really, pretty much any girl could come up to me right now and I would be all over them. I’ve never felt so slutty and I loved every second of it. We stopped kissing.

“Okay, girl.” Leah said. “You know how to trib but there’s like, so much more that women like us know how to do to a pussy.”

“I doubt an airhead like you even knows how to read.” I mocked.

“Fuck you!” She cursed. “I fucked you into paste when we started!”

“It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out how to grind pussies.” I argued. “But even a rookie like me knows that cunnilingus is a delicate art.”

“And what if I told you that I was much smarter than I let on?” Leah asked.

“Oh, really?” I asked skeptically. “Is that why you still want me to do that paper on the Yugoslav Wars?”

“You mean the same Yugoslav Wars that started in the 90s after the collapse of the Soviet Union?” She asked, losing her annoying Valley Girl accent. “When Slovenia and Croatia tried to declare independence, Bosnia and Herzegovina descended into Civil War due to ethnic tensions between the three major ethnic groups and Kososo tried to separate from Serbia and Montenegro, which were the only remnants of the Yugoslav union at the time?”

I had to stop my jaw from dropping. As if my reality hadn’t been shattered enough these last few days. Leah giggled smugly.

“You two-faced bitch!” I yelled. “Why’d you make me do all your work then?!”

“Honestly, I’m just fucking lazy.” She admitted shamelessly. “Cheering and fuckfighting are really the only things I’m genuinely motivated to do. So, the terms of our bet are still on.”

“So, you’re like a slutty version of Malcolm Wilkerson?” I asked.

“More or less.” She agreed. “Now enough talk. Spread em!”

“You wanna taste me that badly, huh?” I asked as she climbed over me in a 69 position.

“Not as badly as you wanna taste me, whore.” She shot back.

Before I could keep the jabs going, she slammed her cunt down on top of my face and I was happy to oblige. My first time eating pussy. It was…magical. I felt the pretend bimbo’s wet hair on my shin as she ate me out as well. The feeling of her tongue lapping at my twat while I orally assaulted hers was…Goddamn it, I’m running out of words to describe how wonderful these newly discovered pleasures are. Her pussy is so pretty, as you’d expect from a cheerleader. So ripe and pink and wet and oh so tangy and delicious. It felt so soft and supple against my mouth, lips and especially my tongue. She tasted so sweet and savory, even more so than her spit. And then there was her tongue going at me. Oh, Lord! It was like a tiny, wet, fleshy vibrator slithering all up inside of me! I got shivers and my legs twitched a little but she didn’t even slow down, the ravenous slut. I felt the little textures of her taste buds sliding against my flesh, which motivated me to do the exact same oral moves to her. This went on for a while until she pulled her mouth off of my pleasure center out of nowhere.

“Stop copying me!” She complained.

“Hey, I’m a rookie, remember?” I argued. “I’m still learning.”

“Well, it’s boring if we tongue each other the exact same way.” She whined. “You eat me your way and I’ll eat you my way.”

She had a point. We resumed our 69 battle. Having felt this rush of pleasure for the first time, I guess I couldn’t help wanting to share it with her, even though I knew she’s done it before. I grabbed her ass with both hands to hold her still as I licked her. Her cheeks were so firm, squishy and felt nice on my fingers as the meat of her cheeks absorbed and surrounded them. I couldn’t resist shaking them around a little bit. Leah responded to that by bringing her fingers into the mix, sliding her index and middle finger together in and out of my labia.

“Mmmm!!” I moaned into her lower lips.

‘Alright, blondie! Two can play at that game!’ I thought to myself.

I took one hand off of her fine ass cheek and began rubbing her cunt with the palm of my hand. Our mutual licking became faster and more heated with each passing moment. We just kept tonguing, rubbing and/or fingering as we began to roll over each other. Our long, wet hair splashed water all around as we kept changing between top and bottom. We were so charged up and focused on our meal in front of our slutty faces that we actually orgasmed multiple times without even slowing down. We sprayed each other’s faces and hair with our climactic fluids more times than either of us cared to count. My first time feeling another bitch’s hot, soothing, tasty cum on my face and tasting it as I swallowed it…Man…You’d think so many world-shattering, life-changing sensations being felt in one day would be overwhelming and exhausting. And to some extent, they were but that wasn’t enough to deter me. Not by a longshot.

After cumming on each other so many times, we finally pulled apart and had time to catch our breath. I looked at Leah with even more hatred than before now. To be perfectly honest, a part of me felt sorry for her for being so fucking stupid, knowing she would lose what she loved if she failed. That and my inability to stand up for myself or say no were the main reasons I helped her. Now that I know she’d been lying to me all along and was actually smart but lazy made me feel humiliated and enraged. I wanted to make her pay even more now. I got up and Leah and I stared at each other. She looked like an absolute mess. Her body was shiny and wet, her hair matted down and disheveled and her makeup running. I imagine I looked no better. I loved it. It felt so primal and naughty. Like I had fully surrendered myself to the inner nymphomaniac begging to be let out. We were both panting, disheveled and exhausted but it was like our bodies were moving on our own at this point. Like we were nothing more than puppets controlled purely by our libidos, mutual hatred and endless maniacal desire to humiliate each other. We marched right into each other until my D-cup breasts and her DD-cup tits met in a fierce head-on collision. Our nipples bent across each other and lightly but effectively penetrated the other girl’s areola. I reached behind her head to sink my hands into her wet blonde locks and pulled hard, only for her to do the same to my equally wet brown tresses. We just shot each other lustful, challenging stares and devious grins as we panted in each other’s faces.

“You know your D tits might be impressive to some but they’re puny by nympho standards.” Leah teased as she slapped her breasts against mine.

“Boobs aren’t everything.” I argued. “And what good is size if you don’t know how to use them?”

“You mean like this?” She asked as she yanked on my hair, pulling my face upwards as she pressed her nipples harder against mine.

“Agh!” I groaned. “You fucking cunt!”

Leah chuckled smugly as she licked down my neck, giving me goosebumps before she brought her knee up towards my pussy and began rubbing me down. The pleasure was out of this world. As she was still kneeing my twat, she kept dragging her whore tongue down my wet body until she reached my nipples and began suckling them. I felt my sharpened milk bud bend and flex in response to her tongue’s movements and pressure against it. I knotted her hair around my hand and yanked as hard as I could but she was latched on tight. She replaced her knee with her fingers and that’s when I went weak in the knees and had to go down. She followed me as I did, not letting go of my nipple or pussy. She stopped suckling me but kept licking down my body, tickling my belly button before she reached my clit and went to town.

“Fuck!” I cursed as she tongued my pleasure bud.

First time a girl went down on me without me also going down on her. Just another one of my many firsts tonight. Damn, this bitch knew how to eat pussy. Just like when we 69ed, she jammed her fingers in and out of me rapidly. I felt her tongue bob, prod and lick my clit before she sealed her skank lips over it, surrounding it from all sides with her mouth and tongue. I began to feel my next climax coming as she ravenously feasted on me. I could handle it no more.

“Ohhhhhh!!!!!” I cried as I burst all over her face and hair, much of which she swallowed.

She then got up as I lay on the matt hyperventilating. She plugged my nose with her index finger and thumb, forcing me to breathe through my mouth as she drooled my own juices mixed with her spit into my open mouth before sealing our lips together and kissing again. So dirty, so filthy, so slutty…so fucking good. We made out and swapped the concoction between our mouths for a while before Leah broke the kiss.

“You taste pretty good for a rookie.” She admitted. “Too bad your first fight will end just like mine did. With a decisive loss.”

“Is that so?” I asked mockingly.

“Of course it is.” Leah said. “Just pack it in already, Heather. I’m the better nympho than you. Experience always wins in the end.”

“Well, with experience can also come arrogance and with arrogance comes you underestimating the enemy.” I lectured. “As Sun Tzu once said, if you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of any battle.”

“You think you know me, do you?” She asked.

“I do now.” I answered.

Just then, I pounced on her, taking her by complete surprise. We wrestled all over the matted floor until I came out on top, holding the lying, blonde bitch to the floor.

“Why don’t I show you what my “puny” D-cups can do, you arrogant cunt?” I challenged.

“Go ahead and try, you clit-sucking hoe!” She dared.

I pried her legs open, exposing her ripe, pink pussy before bringing my tits right in there, squeezing them into the opening as hard as I could.

“Ugh!” She grunted. “Fucking whore!”

I felt my nipples brush against her inner walls as I paizuried her. Learning from the stories I’ve read, I brushed my tits up and down, left and right, in zigzags and various other patterns. I felt them getting wetter and wetter from Leah’s girl mess. I then noticed that her clit had come out of its hood to play and needed no encouragement in assaulting it with my girls. I used my hands to squeeze them towards the top opening of her cunt and made sure to grind my milk buds against her pleasure bud.

“Ahhhh!!” She groaned.

“You like that, bitch?!” I mocked.

She began to jerk her legs and lower body around, signaling that her orgasm was on its way. I laid on the pressure even more, as the stories taught me to do in such a situation.

“Goddamm ITTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!” Leah shrieked as she came, soaking my tits and cleavage with her secretions.

She fell back, hyperventilating but I wasn’t done yet. I knew to strike when the iron was hot. I grabbed her left leg and rested it against my shoulder, using it as leverage to grind my cunt against hers.

“Ohhhh!!” She moaned.

“That’s it, you cheerleading, jock cock-sucking slut! Scream for me!” I mocked. “Lie to and make a fool of me, will you?! I’ll show you what that gets you!”

I fucked my long awaited, delicious, sweet, sweet revenge into her. I flexed my pelvis and ass to rub into her as viciously and mercilessly as possible. I just could not get enough of dominating her. Not just for my revenge, not just to change myself from the spineless coward that I hated myself for being but because it made me feel so powerful. Like a true nympho. A true woman. I felt our juices deliciously stick together and come apart with each furious hump. It was like I had died and gone to Heaven. I reached down to fondle, flick and knead Leah’s supple DD tits and squeeze her nipples. God, she looked so fucking hot getting tribbed by me. I never wanted to stop but all good things must come to an end. I could tell from her reactions that she was about to cum again, especially since she had cum just recently too. I just kept fucking her and fucking her and fucking her and fucking her until she could finally take no more.

“Ugh! Agh! FUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!” She cursed as she came inside of me, filling me up with her fluids. Oh, God did that feel good.

I could tell that she was on the verge of defeat. One more good orgassm should finish her off. We 69ed and then she ate my pussy, so it was only fair that I got to eat her too. I flipped my sweat, cum and water soaked hair back out of my face and bent my face down to lap at Leah’s slutty cunt.

“Ughhh…” She groaned weakly. “You…fucker…”

Oh, I’m a fucker all right and I will be until I take my last breath. I pulled my tongue in and out of her like a sex toy. Man, she tasted so good. I wasn’t sure if I was tasting more of her or my own juices from all our tribbing but I didn’t give a fuck. She wrapped her legs around my head as I kept tongue-fucking her. My tongue slipped and slid all throughout her pudenda before I focused on her clit once again. Poor little thing had been fucked a lot as is but I was in no mood for mercy. I pushed the brunt of my tongue against it, drooling into it, licking and sucking on it. That was it for her. I knew it.

“Oh! Oh! AHHHHHHH!!!!” She cried out one last time before I was once again bukkaked with her juices all over my face and hair.

“You…fucking…bitch…” She said before she finally passed out.

“Yes!” I cheered for myself.

I had lost my sexfight virginity. My first match, my first victory and nowhere near the last of either if I had anything to say about it. This was the best night of my life. I’ve never felt so alive, so fulfilled and so on top of the world…Until my adrenaline faded and my exhaustion finally caught up with me, leading me to pass out on top of Leah. Sometime, what had to have been hours had passed. I woke up and Leah was stroking my hair with a conflicted look on her face.

“I lost to a newbie.” She admitted. “The best damn newbie in the world but still.”

“You weren’t half-bad yourself, bitch.” I admitted. “But you know the deal. Do your own work from now on.”

“Well, I’ve been thinking about that.” She said. “How about a new deal? A much fairer one this time around.”

“Hmm?” I asked, skeptically.

“Okay, you won this round, so I have to do my own history work.” She said. “But you’re a straight A student and I have other classes too. So, I say we sexfight over each of them. If I win, you do my work in the specified class for the rest of the semester. If you win, you get to have me as your sex slave for a full 24 hours and it can be any day you choose to call in. Each victory will give you another 24 hours and you’ve already won a full 24 hours from this. Deal?”

“You just want an excuse to keep fucking me.” I said.

“And you’re complaining because…?” She asked.

“That wasn’t a complaint.” I said. “Alright, deal.”

“I knew it.” She said. “No two nymphos can fuck each other just once and be done with it. How about we kiss on it, baby?”

I pulled her in by her hair and made out with her for a few more minutes before something occurred to me and my eyes went wide as I broke the kiss.

“Shit, what time is it?!” I asked.

“It should be almost sunrise. Why?” She asked.

“My boyfriend doesn’t know I’m here!” I said. “I live with him! He’s probably worried sick!”

“You have a boyfriend?” She asked. “Well, he’s probably sound asleep by now. Nothing you can really do.”

“I have to get back!” I said, panicked.

“Wait.” She said.

“What?!” I asked, annoyed.

“What’s he gonna think if you come home after being out all night smelling like sweat and sex?” She asked.

“Goddamn it, you’re right.” I admitted. “I have to wash up really quick.”

“Go right ahead.” Leah said.

I showered as fast as I could while that blonde slut ogled my naked form. I wish I had time to claim my prize but this was more important. I washed up, dried off and got dressed. God, it was almost 6:00 AM! Between the fucking and the sleep, we’d been in here almost half a day! I ran off.

“Fuck you later, slut.” Leah said.

“Not if I fuck you first.” I shot back. “And I pick where and when our next match is.”

“Fine.” Leah agreed, rolling her eyes.

I dashed off back home and got inside just as the sun was about to rise. Jason was still asleep, thank God. I would have gone to bed too but I got plenty of rest after fucking Leah. About 45 minutes later, Jason woke up and I made him breakfast.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” I said as sweetly as possible.

“Hey, babe.” Jason said. “Hey, about last night…”

I think my heart stopped.

“I’m sorry I just went straight to bed like that.” He said. “I had a really long day at work and I just crashed without even saying hi to you.”

I almost breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh, it’s fine.” I said. “We all have days like that.”

It must’ve been bad for him to notice that my car wasn’t in the parking lot when he got home.

“Sorry to say but the next couple of days will be like that too.” He said.

“Oh, I understand. You need your rest.” I said as I gave him his food.

That actually works out perfectly for me. My revenge was only a quarter of the way done and I worked tomorrow. My narcissistic fire-crotched skank of a co-worker Evelyn was next on my list. Let’s see how she likes being treated like a piece of meat!…As for Jason, I knew I had to tell him eventually. I felt like the worst girlfriend in the world for going behind his back so much but I just couldn’t work up the nerve right now. I’m sorry, baby. I promise I’ll be honest with you from now on once this is all over.

Part 3

I barely slept last night. My mind was just too filled with memories of my glorious match with Leah and fantasies of my upcoming match with Evelyn and what I would do that bitch. My first match and my first win had kind of gone to my head. The stories were not exaggerating in the slightest about how addictive the game was. Jason was gone again and I missed him but his absence would give me the perfect opportunity to continue my revenge. I told him that if he was tired when he came back from work, he could just go straight to bed no problem without needing to say hi to me. He hugged me and called me the best girlfriend in the world, which made me feel like the worst girlfriend in the world. I would tell him eventually. Maybe we can even talk about our favorite stories together. I just hope he won’t be too angry. Ugh! I can’t think about that now! I have a bitchy Hooters waitress to fuck!

I had work today, so I slipped on my Hooters uniform. I’d normally be a mess from my lack of sleep but my deep lust for both vengeance and Evelyn herself kept me in good shape. Nymphomania is a Hell of a drug. Evelyn was hot, I had to admit, which will make my revenge even more enjoyable. I just had to figure out how to go about getting it. Aside from the occasional douchey jocks or dirty old men, Hooters doesn’t get a lot of customers these days and when they do, it’s mostly for the food. I’d say the Internet has spoiled men’s dicks rotten, so girls in skimpy leotards just don’t do much for them anymore. That suited me just fine. As I drove to work, I thought it through in my head. Leah said that a lot of girls are into the game but it’s probably for the best that I blackmail Evelyn too. You can never have too much insurance, after all. May as well keep the blackmail thing going for the rest of my targets too. With my newfound nerve, I could just report Evelyn to HR or some worker’s union but that was boring. I really wanted to make her squeal…before making her squeal in bed, that is. She’s more than earned it. I fucking hate Evelyn. Even more so than Leah. Both of those cunts made me do their work for them but at least history was something I enjoyed. Evelyn treated me like a slave. She’s earned this. But how?

As I made it to work, the idea hit me. I was just taking a wild guess here but I had a strong feeling in my gut about this. Oh, I can’t wait to see the look on her bitch face if I’m right. As I clocked in, the first thing I did was go straight to Kara’s office. Thank God she was off today, that miserable old crow. I had to flash the security guard some nip for him to give me his key, so this better be worth it. I now had access to my harpy of a boss’s office and therefore, the security cameras. The guard gave me her password too, so I got right in. I cycled to the camera for Kara’s office, the room I was in right now. It took me some digging but I finally found what I was looking for. And just in time too.

“There you are!” Evelyn said as she finally found me. “What the Hell are you doing in Kara’s off…ice…”

Her eyes went wide and her face went pale as a ghost when she saw what I was looking at. I turned around with the biggest shit-eating grin on my face. On the security footage was Evelyn going down on Kara right in her office. Judging from Kara’s facial expressions, she ate pussy pretty well. I looked forward to finding out for myself. For now, though, I would enjoy this moment for all it was worth.

“I…wha…how did…but…I can…You!” Evelyn stammered.

“Use your big girl words.” I teased.

“When did you suddenly grow a backbone?” Evelyn asked before sighing. “I can explain.”

“You’ll have to explain to the entire Internet if you don’t do as I say.” I threatened.

“Go right ahead.” Evelyn said. “See if I give a shit.”

“Don’t play dumb with me.” I said. “This is blatant nepotism. Not to mention unprofessional and will get both you and Kara fired!”

Yep. I now had blackmail on two of my targets for the price of one. Life is good. Evelyn now had a dejected look on her face. One that she was probably used to seeing from me. Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it?

“What do you want?” She asked in a meek tone.

“Hmm…” I pondered. “This isn’t the time or place to discuss this. Let’s go to your place after work.”

“Fine.” Evelyn said.

“Oh and how about you do your own fucking work this time, you lazy slank?!” I yelled.

“Alright, alright!” She whined. “Geez, what happened to that spineless little Asian wallflower I used to know?”

“I murdered her and wore her skin like a robe.” I joked. “Now get to it!”

She did as I said and the rest of the day went as normal, minus Evelyn forcing her work on me. It was easily the best work day I’ve ever had. Once both our shifts ended at about 5:00 PM, Evelyn texted me her address. I was more than happy to oblige. I drove there, taking about ten minutes, arriving just after she did. She didn’t even look at me as she got out of her car and I followed her up her stoop and she let us both inside.

“Nice digs.” I said.

Her house was roomy and coozy. Perfect environment for a match. We sat down on her couch. She poured herself a glass of wine and offered me one.

“Underage.” I said, turning her down. Only one year away from that, though.

She sat down next to me.

“Alright, cut to the chase.” She said. “What do you want?”

“I want to make a bet with you.” I explained. “And if you win, I never saw anything.”

“You know, I did catch you breaking into her office.” She argued.

“Yes but if I go down, I’ll take you and her both with me.” I reminded her. “So, what’s more important to you? Your job or spiteing me?”

“What kind of bet?” She asked, ignoring but also indirectly answering my question.

“A sexfight.” I answered. “Either way, I’ll forget about what I saw if you say yes. If I win, you do your own damn work from now on and leave me be.”

“Oh?“ She asked slyly. “Why didn’t you just say so? And I spent all day worrying over nothing.”

“You’re familiar?” I asked.

“Of course, I am. I’m a woman after all.” She answered. “I never expected this from you, though.”

“It was a recent discovery.” I said. “I just had and won my first match a couple nights ago.”

“That explains your sudden rise in bitchiness.” She said. “Wait, you said what you would get if you won. What do I get if I win?”

“I dunno. What do you want?” I asked.

She sat in thought for a bit.

“Don’t have an aneurism.” I mocked.

“Shut up, cunt.” She shot back. “Okay. If I win, I want you as my sex slave for a week!”

A week? A day would be no problem but if it was a week, I’d have no choice but to explain to Jason. I wasn’t ready for that yet and it would be a horrible way for him to find out.

“Those are my terms.” She said. I rolled my eyes and just said fuck it.

“Alright, deal.” I said.

“You’re on, girlfriend.” She said.

I had no choice but to win now.

“Shall we take this upstairs?” I asked.

“Yes, let’s.” She answered.

And with that, she guided me upstairs towards her bedroom. Like with Leah, I checked out her ass on the way. We were both still in uniform, so it made it easy for me. She opened her bedroom door and I saw that her room was rather nice. King-sized bed perfect for a good romp and plenty of space. Hard not to be a nympho with a pad like this. We wasted no time and began stripping down out of our white and orange leotards. I began to turn around but the second I did, she was on me. Her E-cups digging into my Ds as she jammed her tongue straight into my mouth just like Leah did. She pushed both of us down on top of her bed as my surprise wore off and I began kissing her back as viciously as I could.

“Mmmmm!!” We both moaned into each other’s mouths as her scarlet locks curtained both of our faces.

I felt her nipples penetrating my areola as she tongued me down mercilessly. I had to turn this around and fast. Evelyn was way more aggressive than Leah. I had to fight back, so I wrapped my arms around her back, feeling her hair brush against my skin as I began forcing myself upwards into her as we still kissed each other viciously. She got annoyed by my resistance and broke the kiss with a pop.

“Just lie down and take it like the fuckbitch you are!” Evelyn demanded.

“It’s called a sexFIGHT, you dumb bitch!” I argued, emphasizing the word fight. “I’m not your toy until you outfuck me!”

“I’d like to see you try, whore!” She dared.

“With pleasure!” I shot back.

I pounced on her and we began wrestling. As I felt our warm skin rub against each other, my hands pulling on her red hair and her hands yanking on my brown locks, I began to notice something. Maybe it was because this was my second match ever and I had a better idea of what to anticipate but I was a bit more turned on facing Evelyn than I was Leah. I now realize what the defining factor in that was. Age. Leah was 20, my age and while I absolutely loved grinding her lying, lazy cunt into submission, Evelyn was 24. Four years older than me. That was the only major difference between the two. Yes. I liked older women and you’ll soon realize just how much I did. As we tangled on her bed, I ended up on top, my legs prying her legs open. I saw Evelyn’s pussy up close and wide open for the first time. It was beautiful. So wide, pink, wet, lickable and fuckable.

“Go on!” Evelyn dared. “Do your worst, rookie!”

“If that’s what you want, whore.” I mocked.

I then brought my pussy against hers and began rubbing furiously.

“Agh!” She grunted.

“Ohhh!!” I groaned.

Her cunt felt so similar yet also so different from Leah’s in subtle, indescribable ways. It’s something that only my fellow nymphos would understand. Our tits bounced around as we tribbed. I bent down to suck on her E-cups’ sharpened nipples, encasing her right milk bud in my mouth while my tongue assaulted it. Evelyn pulled at my hair as I did so but we never stopped tribbing.

“You should’ve kept the twin tails.” She said as I sucked on her tit. “Easier to pull that way.”

“Oh?” I asked as I let go of her nipple. “You mean like this?!”

I then reached behind her head and yanked on her crimson tresses nice and hard.

“Ugh!” She grunted in pain. “You goddamn cunt!”

“Takes one to know one!” I shot back.

She pulled on my own brunette locks harder in retaliation, which I should’ve seen coming ten miles away but hey, I was still a rookie. We got really catty as we jerked each other around by each other’s hair.

“Fucking little whore!” Evelyn cursed. “I’ll teach you to forget your place!”

“Not used to people fighting back, are you?!” I shot back.

Evelyn ended up on top and grabbed hold of her succulent E-cups only to shove them in my face and literally rub them in.

“Mmmm!!” I yelled out, muffled by her breasts.

“How’s a real woman’s tits feel?” She asked mockingly.

I pulled away from her, slightly panting.

“You win one match and think you’re hot shit?” She asked rhetorically. “Whoever you fought clearly didn’t take the game seriously enough. I’ll show you what fuckfighting is really all about!”

She wasn’t entirely wrong. Leah did take our match seriously but she seemed to have a lot more fun with it and enjoyed teasing the new girl. Evelyn, on the other hand, was playing for keeps. I had to get my head in the game. Before I could, however, Evelyn pried my legs open, letting them fan out on each side of me at a 90 degree angle before she brought her juicy cunt into mine.

“Ugh!” I grunted. “Fucking whore!”

“Oh, what’s wrong, rook? Can’t take the heat?” She mocked.

She pulled her pelvis back and forth rapidly as she fucked me like the captain of the football team probably fucks Leah. In all the sexfight videos I’d seen, no girl ever tribbed this fast and she held me down nice and firm. Each time her pussy compressed mine, I couldn’t even fully react until the next compression took its place. All I could do was reach up to squeeze and fondle her tits.

“You’re so pathetic!” Evelyn insulted. “Beneath that shit-talking facade, you’re still the same pathetic little shrinking violet you always were!”

“Shut your cunt-licking mouth!” I cursed as she kept fucking me.

“Well, at least now you let me fuck you, so I guess it’s an upgrade.” She teased.

“I said cram it, bitch! Agh!” I grunted.

“Why don’t you try and make me, little girl?” She dared. “Oh, that’s right, you can’t!”

I was pissed now but she had me pinned.

“Just you wait, slut!” I promised. “Give me just one opening and I’ll…Ahhhh!!” I cried as her clit began dominating mine.

“Twat was that? I cunt hear you!” She joked.

“Agh! You goddamn skank!” I cursed.

I soon began to feel my first orgasm of the night beginning to show itself and I knew trying to hold it back would be a waste of time and energy, so I just took it like a common whore. All I really could do.

“Agh! Ugh! Fuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkk!!!” I screamed as I came.

I shot my load right up Evelyn’s bitchy cunt and saw her eyes wince at the pleasurable feeling. As my climax subsided, the insufferable redhead bent down to play with my tits, caressing and groping.

“Heh. Look at these pathetic things.” She teased. “D-cups may be good enough for guys but guys will fuck anything with an XX chromosome and an above average face. How do you expect to please a real nympho with these?”

I said nothing but made my reply clear by spitting at her, which landed on her right cheek. She licked it off like the dirty slut that she was before she grabbed my left tit and began suckling it. Her tongue snaked and slithered around my nipple, giving me chills. I pulled at her crimson tresses as she sucked on me. She knew how to use that tongue of hers, I’ll give her that much. She then slowly ran her head down my chest and then stomach, tickling my belly button. I could immediately see where this was going. She found my pussy and began massaging it and fingering it.

“Ohhh!!” I moaned.

She giggled into my nipple as she kept licking it while manually pleasuring me at the same time. So soon after my first orgasm, my pussy was alive and burning again and my legs began to twitch in response to the overwhelming pleasure.

“There’s the submissive little piece of eye candy we all know and love!” She teased before resuming her sucking.

I yanked on her hair in retaliation but she barely reacted. It was then that I realized what she was trying to do. I remember this in stories. She was deliberately trying to piss me off and psyche me out. When it comes to sexfights, anger can be a great thing…in moderation. But too much of it can be blinding and mess with your head. When you’re pissed off enough, you don’t think straight and your opponent can and will take advantage of that. Evelyn was trying to take advantage of years of resentment that I had built up towards her but she would not get to me. I hope she also realizes that this brand of psychological warfare goes both ways. She continued pleasuring me and sucking on my tits but I just decided to take it for now. I felt my second climax coming up and didn’t even bother trying to hold it back.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugggggghhhhhhh!!!” I groaned out loud as I came all over her hand.

I laid there hyperventilating as my redheaded rival licked my juices off of her hand and looked down at me. She seemed pretty proud of herself but as the perfect idea hit my head, I gave her a pompous grin.

“What are you looking so smug about?” She asked, taking the bait. “I’m owning you right now.”

“Oh, just curious.” I said teasingly. “Why were you eating Kara out in her office that day?”

“None of your business.” She said, seeming genuinely rattled. I had her now.

“I’ve made it my business now.” I argued. “Unless you’re hiding something else from me.”

“I just wanted to, okay?!” She asked defensively. “I thought it would be pretty kinky.”

“Or maybe it was Kara’s idea.” I suggested.

“What if it was?” She asked.

“Or maybe she forced you to.” I suggested.

“Just shut up and spread your legs, bitch.” Evelyn complained.

“Maybe she made you do that as a penalty for losing to her!” I finally said it.

“Like you’re losing to me now?!” She argued.

“Is that why you’re getting so worked up?” I teased.

Evelyn growled as she grabbed me by my hair and dragged me off of the bed, pulling my face within inches of her own.

“You run your mouth off too much, cunt!” She cursed. “I suggest you put it to better use!”

She once again slammed her tongue down my throat, viciously kissing me as I tried my best to kiss back. She reminds me of another redhead, Sabrina from 732. Well, she was technically a ginger but you get my point. They certainly have the same temper and bitchiness. Evelyn kissed me absolutely brutally, stopping just short of gagging me with her tongue. I kissed back with everything I had and even put up a decent fight. I returned her hair pull and we just ravenously tongued each other down standing up. We spun each other around via our mutual hair pulling until I slammed her back down onto the bed. We broke our kiss as my face was just a foot in front of hers with my hands resting on the bed on either side of her face. I was angled perfectly so I could fuck her while getting to stare her right in the face. I was going to enjoy this. I brought my pussy up and slammed it into hers, making my D-cups jiggle just above her E-cups.

“Ugh!” She grunted. My thrusting skills were improving.

I felt my blood boil as I finally got to see this lazy, miserable cunt cry at the mercy of my twat. All the work she offloaded on me, all the times she called me useless while she did nothing but stand around and show off her T&A to the creeps who came into the place, all the times Kara kissed her ass and rewarded her for it. Now I wanted to see her beg for mercy. I began humping and fucking her harder and faster as her distressed face filled me with joy.

“How do you like it, bitch?!” I asked. “How do you like being treated like a piece of meat! How’s it feel?! How’s it fucking feel, cunt?!”

“Fuck…Ugh!…Off!” She cursed.

“Tempting but I think I’ll just fuck you instead!” I shot back.

I reached down and sank my fingers into her E-cups like gelatin as I continued dominating her. I pinched her nipples, slammed her tits together, pulled them up just to watch them bounce back down onto her chest and more all the while I fucked her like the worthless little cum dumpster we both knee that she was. I felt like I was on top of the world. I bet this is what Jasmine felt when she finally outfucked Sabrina.

“Ohhhhhh!!” Evelyn groaned. Music to my ears.

“Not so tough anymore, are you?!” I mocked. “I wonder how many times Kara has seen this side of you?”

“I’ll…fucking…get you…for this! Agh!” Evelyn swore.

“The only thing you’re getting from me is a sore cunt!” I shot back.

I felt her clit come out of its hood only to immediately get dominated by my clit just like the rest of her.

“You goddamn fucking whore!” She cursed.

“I think you’ve talked enough!” I declared.

Just as she did to me, I silenced her slut mouth with my own, tonguing her throat down mercilessly as I continued fucking her. I stopped mauling her breasts only to reach behind her head and yank on her crimson tresses instead. I could tell that she was on the verge of an orgasm, so I responded accordingly. I switched up my tribbing technique a little from hard and fast in favor of slow and powerful. I pulled my pelvis back only to slam back hard into her bitchy cunt.

“Aghhhhh!!” She cried. I loved that sound.

Again and again and again and again until finally Evelyn could not handle it anymore.

“Fucking cunt! Noooooooooooo!!!!” She screamed as she came all up inside of my pussy.

“Yes, that’s it!” I said as I felt her fill me up.

As her climax subsided, I let go of her hair and pulled her by her arms towards me.

“C’mere, fire crotch.” I ordered.

We hugged each other, our tits coming together as our heads rested on the other nympho’s shoulders. We inhaled the rich scent of each other’s sweat-matted hair.

“One orgasm…You got out of me…And you think you’re a hot bitch?” She asked, licking my ear lobe.

“Hotter than you.” I shot back, also licking her ear lobe. “That’s why you kept treating me like shit. Why you forced this terrible job on me when you first saw me on the street that day!”

“You could’ve said no.” She argued.

“But you knew I wouldn’t!” I argued. “You took advantage of me like you always have! Only reason I haven’t quit is because I need the money!”

“You keep stealing my customers from me, bitch! You give me no choice!” She argued.

“It’s not my fault they like Asian girls.” I shot back. “Besides, you could just play fair and beat me with your hotness.”

“That’s what I’ve done with every other slutty waitress there!” She bragged. “And you’ll be no exception!”

“An exception?” I asked. “You mean like Kara?”

“Cram it!” She demanded.

“So touchy.” I teased. “Well, don’t worry, cunt. Once I’m done with you, she’s next!”

“Counting your chickens before they hatch, don’t you think?” Evelyn asked. “Again, you win a single match and you think you’re untouchable? You ain’t shit!”

“Why don’t you prove it, then?” I dared.

“Gladly!” She said.

And with that, she pushed me down with my head at the end of the bed and my long, sweaty hair hanging off of the edge. Evelyn then held my legs open with her arms before diving her mouth on top of my pussy. Her tongue slithered throughout my labia ravenously as she tasted me.

“Ahhhh!!” I groaned. “Cunt-licking slut!”

She responded by reaching up and twisting my nipple harshly.

“Ow!” I cried.

I reached down and pulled at her thick red hair in retaliation. She would pop her tongue in and out of me like a sex toy, quite literally tongue-fucking me. In addition to that, she would also jerk her index and middle finger in and out in a form of double penetration. It was devastating but also delicious. Really, if it was almost anyone other than Evelyn doing this to me right now, I’d be in heaven. She used her free hand to continue to play around with my D-cups, poking and prodding my nipples, squeezing my tit flesh, slapping them around, the works.

“You taste pretty good for a rookie.” Evelyn teased as she paused her cunnilingus of me.

She then took notice of my clit coming out of its hood and began playing with it with her fingers.

“Agh!” I grunted.

“My, what a cute little clitty.” She teased. “So soft and warm and springy.”

“Go ahead and suck on it, bitch.” I dared. “You and I both know that you want to, bad!”

“All you have to do is ask.” She mocked before she sealed her slutty lips over my pleasure bud.

“Fuck!” I cursed as I bit down on my lower lip.

I had to admit, she ate cunt even better than Leah. I see why Kara made her eat her out in her office. I felt her saliva drool across my clit in her mouth as her tongue jabbed at it like a finger pressing a button. She still slid her fingers in and out of my lower labia as she did this. Goddamn, she was an expert at this. I had to improve my technique and I figured now would be a good opportunity once she finished up. I began to feel those distinctive, all too familiar electric volts of pleasure flowing throughout my body and down towards my twat as she continued orally and manually pleasuring me until I could handle it no more.

“Agh! Ugh! Ohhhhhhhh!!!” I shrieked as I came all over Evelyn, drenching her bitch face with my girl mess.

She smiled as I bukakked her, no doubt enjoying the feeling. As I finished up and began huffing and puffing, she got up and on top of and jammed her tongue into my mouth once again, just like Leah had done when she ate me out in our match. As I tasted my own fluids on the redhead bitch’s tongue mixed with her spit, I couldn’t help but blush. I guess my old self hadn’t entirely died just yet. I felt so humiliated and objectified…but it made me want to humiliate my opponent even more now. As she finished violating my mouth, she stroked my hair condescendingly.

“All that new bravado and for what?” She asked mockingly. “Get used to this feeling, bitch cause you’re gonna be feeling it a lot when you’re my fuckbitch for the next week!”

That was enough for me to get back in the game. I felt a deep sense of fury boil inside of me as I wrapped my arms around Evelyn’s back and wrestled with her in the bed once again. After what had to be at least a couple minutes of wrestling, I managed to pin her in a very unique and convenient way. I got her on her back but with her lower body pulled upwards as I sat on her head with her legs in the air to my right and left. Her cunt was right in front of me and she and I both knew what was coming next.

“Agh! Goddamn skank!” She cursed.

“You’re pretty flexible, I’ll give you that.” I said. “But that can be more of a curse than a gift at times as you’re about to find out.”

“Do your fucking worst!” She dared.

“If you insist.” I said.

I ran my tongue along her pudenda slowly and teasingly, practically dragging it across her labia.

“Ugghhh!!” She groaned through clenched teeth.

This position looked like something straight out of the Kama Sutra. Thankfully she was pretty flexible. I couldn’t help but wonder whether or not I was also tasting Kara as I ate Evelyn out. The redhead reached behind her and began pulling at my sweat-matted, brunette locks in a feeble attempt to try and make me release her but it didn’t work. My arms and mouth were latched on tight. She was getting tongue-fucked and she was gonna like it! In retaliation, I sat on her head even harder. She wasn’t going anywhere.

“Agh! Get the fuck off of me!” She demanded.

I jammed my fingers deep inside of her bitchy cunt in response to that. From this angle, I was able to get a lot of depth. I stuck more and more fingers in as she cried more and more and louder and louder. I loved sexually tormenting her. Her clit became exposed as I began to focus my onslaught of oral pleasure on her helpless little pleasure bud.

“Ohhhhh!!” She shrieked.

I just kept licking and fingering and licking and fingering and licking and fingering. I just could not get enough of listening to her scream like the bitch in heat she was. Only two fights into my life as a nymphomaniac and I was already developing quite a sadistic streak. I could tell from her reactions and movements that her next orgasm was on its way and I made sure it would get here as fast as it could. I jerked both my tongue and my fingers in and out of here rapidly and rocked the bed back and forth as I pleasured her. It just kept building up inside of her until she could finally take no more of this.

“Ohhhhhh!!!!” She screamed as she came and I placed my face in front of her tasty cunt as she did.

I was bukakked by her just like she had forced me to do to her. My face and hair were soaked with her womanly secretions. I finally released her, letting her lower body fall back onto the bed as she panted like a dog but I was nowhere near done with her yet. As she laid on the bed on her stomach, slightly elevated by her E-cup rack, I slipped my legs underneath her up to my outer thighs, so she was more or less laying in my lap with her ass fully visible. Can you see where I’m going with this? I grabbed a nice handful of her thick, scarlet tresses and yanked hard.

“Ugh!” She grunted. “Fuck off!”

“Now I’m gonna do what your Parents should’ve done a long time ago!” I declared.

I began spanking her hard and fast. I could feel the vibrations from the soundeaved as I smacked her firm, bubbly ass. I was spanking her so hard that my hand was starting to get red and stingy. So, I would switch hands every now and then between spanking and hair pulling. Man, I could do this all day. This was almost as good as fucking her. Seeing the frustrated, painful look on her face as her meaty cheeks began to turn a shiny red from my assault was glorious.

“Not so smug anymore, are you?” I asked mockingly.

She kept panting and began growling before pouncing on me as we wrestled again. This session became pretty heated. I was definitely psyching her out now. We flung each other all over her bed, scratching, pulling hair, squeezing tits and asses, jamming fingers inside each other’s lower lips, slapping ass cheeks and just about every other catfight cliche in the book until we finally ended up in a scissoring position with myself at the head of the bed and Evelyn at the foot, her thick, flowing red hair hanging off of the edge just as mine did not too long ago. We caught our breath as we reached for each other’s arms and both used them as leverage to pull our slutty cunts together one last time, knowing that this is how the match would end. Here and now. I felt her juicy lower lips violently kiss mine and mine kiss hers just as brutally as we pulled ourselves into each other by our arms.

“Aghhhh!!” I groaned.

“Uggghhhh!!” She groaned.

Our burning cunts and clits fused as we scissored each other with absolutely everything we had. We began huffing and puffing rapidly as we tribbed, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout our nymphomaniacal bodies. Our bouncy tits jiggled like gelatin with each forceful and straining movement. I wanted to reach down to grab onto and grope her E-cups but I had to focus on the tribbing and nothing else or risk letting her get the upper hand on me. I also figured that a little more psychological warfare wouldn’t hurt either.

“Can’t take the heat?” I asked teasingly.

“You fucking wish! Ugh!” She grunted. “I can grind cunts with you all night long!”

“Good cause I’ll hold you to that! Ohh!!” I moaned.

“Agh!” She groaned. “I can’t wait to fuck you like the common whore you are all week long!”

“Why don’t you just admit it?!” I asked intensely. “You always wanted to get me naked in your bed!”

“Says the one who challenged me first! Agh!” She argued.

“At least I admit to wanting to fuck you!” I argued. “And I’m not the one who wants to make you into a sex slave! That was all you! I just wanted to be treated with some goddamn respect!”

“Alright, fine!” She admitted. “I wanna fuck you and always have! So, I’ll rub your beautiful twat into nothing even if I have to do this for days!”

“There, was that so hard?” I teased. “Now shut up and trib that fire crotch with everything you’ve got! My pussy’s a brick wall!”

She did as I told her and began flexing her ass and waist, further grinding into me. I was more than happy to do the same. We let go of each other’s arms and began fucking each other purely with our own lower body muscles. It was even more tiring than you’d think but we were way too invested to worry about that. My heart sank into my stomach when I began to feel a climax approaching. Goddamn it, no! Wait…I can tell by her movements and reactions that she has one on the way too! But can she take it? Can I take it? How powerful will mine be? How powerful will hers be? Ugh! There’s so many variables to consider! I thought sex was supposed to relieve stress! Should I just pull away and then lick her again? No! No dirty tricks! I’m thinking too much! I have to see this through to the end! Keep my eyes on the prize! I could feel that this orgasm would take a lot out of me and my best bet was that either hers would be worse or that she’s more tired than I am as is. We kept tribbing and tribbing and tribbing, our clits dueling and our labias fusing until finally I could not take it anymore. I came and I came hard but so did she!

“Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!” We both screamed bloody murder.

I felt our juices splash together and coalesce like in so many stories. As our orgasm calmed down, I could still feel that I had more in me! Yes! I kept pumping and pumping away but I soon noticed that Evelyn wasn’t moving at all. Confused, I pulled away from her, our lower lips deliciously peeling off of each other and I soon noticed that she had passed out! A big, almost clownish grin appeared on my face. Yes! Match number two and victory number two!…Wait, what time is it? Holy shit, it’s almost midnight! Evelyn was definitely a better opponent than Leah and I was exhausted but if I slept here, I would wake up here in the morning and Jason would wonder where I was. I wanted to tell him everything so I wouldn’t have to worry about that anymore but I just wasn’t ready for that yet. I washed up in Evelyn’s shower quickly, got dressed and left the naked slut in her bed, fucked into submission. I wanted to stay there and take advantage of her in her sleep but there was no time.

I was so tired, I nearly dozed off behind the wheel on the way home but I made it and then crashed into bed immediately. My revenge was now at the halfway point and I remembered that I already had the blackmail ready for my next target. My miserable, nepotistic, high and mighty cunt of a boss was next. I could probably just dump a bucket of water on Kara and watch her melt like the wicked witch she is but that’s not how we nymphos do things. I just barely managed to defeat Evelyn and Kara was clearly stronger than her, so I was a little concerned but not nearly enough to back out now.

Part 4

Another night had gone by and I slept much better this time, thankfully. I was exhausted after all. I work again today but Evelyn is off. A shame. I would’ve loved to have seen her reaction when she realized that she lost. Still, I already have the necessary blackmail for my next target. My micromanaging cunt of a boss, Kara. God, I can’t wait to take her down a peg. I know she’d be my strongest opponent yet but sexfighting is all about taking chances. Jason was still sleeping, so last night must’ve been rough. As each day passed, I felt more and more guilty about keeping all of this from him but I’m beating a dead horse at this point. I had to focus on my revenge for now. I got dressed in my revealing unitard, had some breakfast and left for my shift. I was eagerly anticipating the look on Kara’s face when I showed her that tape. I had the camera app on my phone ready for it. Damn, I wish I did that with Leah and Evelyn too. As I arrived at work, a few regular customers who surprisingly weren’t creeps complimented me, saying they liked my new look. Nice to feel appreciated. Still, I maintained my focus. I went through my shift as normal until the last hour or so when I decided that now was the time. I marched over to Kara’s office door, which was unlocked and entered without knocking. She hated that, which is why I did it. She was at her computer when I went in before turning around angrily at me.

“Do you have the memory of a goldfish?” She asked, annoyed. “I’ve told you a thousand times to knock before coming in!”

Before I could respond, she got another angry look on her bitchy face seeing my new hairstyle. She was off yesterday, so she’s seeing it for the first time.

“And who gave you permission to change your look?” She asked rudely. “Go back to the twintails. It makes you look more submissive and cute, which is what our customers love.”

She wasn’t exactly wrong. That look represented the old me but I was done being a fragile cutie. I was a hot alpha bitch and always will be.

“Shut it.” I said coldly but confidently.

“Excuse me?” She asked with barely contained rage, dramatically removing her glasses.

“Are you deaf?” I asked bluntly. “I said shut your bossy, bitchy, cock-sucking sewer, cunt!”

Her jaw dropped, as if someone had never stood up to her before. Honestly, Kara was kinda hot. With her dark hair and overall sexy secretary aesthetic, she reminded me of Tamara from 732. Only Kara was white as a ghost and Tamara was a stunning, ebony beauty. Their personalities also could not be more different. Tamara was the best boss ever and a loving, flirtatious, motherly angel while Kara was a high and mighty, nepotistic tyrant who thought her shit didn’t stink. I almost wish Tamara was real so she could teach Kara a lesson but I wouldn’t rob myself of that pleasure for anything.

“What’s with this attitude change?” She asked. “If you want to quit, just quit.”

“Nah.” I said. “What I want is for you to stop treating me like some dress up doll and show me some goddamn respect.”

“Or what?” She asked.

“I could tell you but…I think I’ll just show you instead.” I said slyly.

I got my phone ready and stuck my flash drive with the video in question into her computer. I played the video of Evelyn going down on her in her office and watched her already pale face go even paler as I snapped a pic of her priceless reaction. Definitely saving that.

“Got nothing to say for once?” I asked mockingly. Kara just sighed dejectedly.

“Evelyn told me that was a bad idea and I should’ve listened. What do you want?” She asked.

“Same thing I got from your little fuckbitch, Evelyn last night.” I answered. “I know you play the game. A sexfight. You and me, your place after work. You win and I delete this footage. I win and you stop being such a cunt to me.”

“Oh, that explains why you’ve gotten so bold.” She said. “And you beat Evelyn? I’m surprised.”

“She was only my second match and second victory ever too.” I explained.

“Two wins and you think you’re ready to take me on, huh?” She asked. “Fine, you little slut. I’m game. And just so you know…I’ve never lost.”

“And neither have I.” I shot back.

“Two matches against hundreds of matches, though.” She argued. “Still, I look forward to fucking that newly found confidence right out of you. My place. I get off at 9:00.”

“9:00?” I asked.

“Is that a problem?” She asked.

“No.” I lied. “9:00 it is.”

“Good. Now get the fuck out of my office before I change my mind.” She ordered.

“Fuck you too.” I shot back.

9:00 very much was a problem. It was only three hours before Jason got home. What if he actually finally noticed that I wasn’t home when he got back? What if I end up sleeping in at Kara’s? Ugh! Don’t think about that! Get your head in the game, Heather! The rest of the day went on as normal. I hung out and read some JB57 stories at home before getting ready. I got dressed without underwear. You know, I wonder if leopard or panther skin undies like Inge and Conchita wear were comfortable. I arrived at the address that Kara texted me. She lived in a pretty big house. Kara texted me that the door was unlocked, so I went in. It looked like a small playboy mansion.

“Ah, there you are.” Kara said as she came downstairs completely naked.

Holy shit, I’ve never seen her like this. Her jet black hair was down from its usual bun and reached the tip of her ass. Her glasses were off and her usual bitchy glare was replaced with a look of pure predatory seduction. And her tits…Good Lord…Easily an F cup with lickable brown nips.

“Surprised?” She asked. “I’m a nudist in my off hours.”

“Let’s just get on with it.” I said, stripping down.

“Well, we’re both so sweaty from work.” She said. “Why don’t we take a nice, relaxing bath first?”

“We’re just gonna get hot and sweaty again right after.” I pointed out.

“Yes but do either of us really need an excuse to get into a tight space together naked and wet?” She asked.

“No, I guess not.” I said.

She led me upstairs. I would not be intimidated by her! God, her big, bubbly ass is swaying so beautifully…No, don’t show any weakness! We got into her fancy bathroom and jacuzzi. She turned the water on and we just ogled each other as the tub filled up. She filled up the tub as high as it could go before dipping her legs in as I followed suit. The warm, soothing water gave me goosebumps as we sat down in it and an awkward silence followed. We just relaxed in the water as I eyed up her enormous F-cup tits floating in the water. I could feel her eyeing me up as well. The deafening silence made it quite obvious what was happening right now. A game of chicken. Who would make the first move? In most stories I’ve read, the girls would often resist making the first move as they wanted the satisfaction of making the other girl break first. If you ask me though, that’s just some dumb, prideful shit. It’s who makes the last move that really matters. Besides, in my first two matches, my rivals got the jump on me both times and I wanted to switch it up a little.

Kara had opened her mouth, no doubt to talk some more shit but I was on her in an instant. I slammed my mouth onto hers, silencing her, just as Leah and Evelyn had done to me to begin our respective matches. Kara’s eyes went wide with shock and let me tell you, seeing that look on another bitch is pretty fucking satisfying. She quickly got into it and her tongue started wrestling mine back, though. I pushed her all the way to the wall of the tub, my D-cups mushrooming into her F-cups, our nipples stabbing into and sliding all over each other. We pushed each other against the wall of the tub, making waves in the water as we ferociously kissed and sank our hands into each other’s wet hair. As our thighs pressed into each other’s pussies, I began to realize how amazing it felt to fuckfight in the water. That distinctive feeling on your skin, the soothing heat, the exotic wet look of both yourself and your opponent…It was incredible. Of course, it would inevitably lead to us being overheated at some point, so we knew it would not last forever.

“Mmmmm!!” We both moaned into each other’s mouths.

Kara may have been over a decade older than me but she was still quite the feisty one. My tits were really starting to feel the pressure from her much larger breasts as I felt her tongue violate my mouth and her knee push against my cunt. All of that combined with the heat from the water was starting to get to me and I knew I couldn’t keep this up. I finally broke our heated kiss and pulled away from her, huffing and puffing, resting over the edge of the tub until she yanked me by my wet, brown hair and pulled my face up towards the ceiling.

“Ugh!” I grunted.

“What’s the matter, little slut?” She teased. “Can’t finish what you started? Well, I should’ve figured you’d have as much enthusiasm in the game as you do for your job.”

“Fuck off!” I cursed at her. “It’s a shit job with shittier pay and an even shittier boss who plays favorites and exploits her employees to pander to her customers’ yellow fever!”

“Well, that “yellow fever” our customers have is the only reason I haven’t tossed you out on your flat ass!” She argued as she gave me a spank under the water.

“You won’t think it’s flat after I sit it on your bitch face!” I threatened.

“I really don’t like this new attitude of yours.” She complained.

“Good!” I spat.

“How about we make our wager a little more interesting?” She asked. “If you win, I’ll double your pay. If I win, you go back to your old shy self, twin tails and everything, at least when you’re on the clock. Deal?”

The thought of that made me sick, even if it would just be acting but double pay was way too good to pass up.

“Deal.” I said as she finally released my hair.

“That’s a good little cum dump.” She mocked.

“Oh, I’ll have you cumming inside of me until you’re as dry as the sahara!” I swore.

“Is that so?” She asked skeptically.

Before I could answer, she was on me as I was still bent over the edge of the tub. She once again buried her hands deep into my thick, wet, brunette locks and slammed her pussy against mine from a doggy style position.

“How’s that working out for you?” She asked mockingly.

“Do your fucking worst, cunt!” I dared.

She answered by humping me from behind hard and fast. I could already tell that Kara was a hardcore dom and I can only imagine the things she’s done to Evelyn.

“You think you’re the first bitch in my restaurant that thinks she knows how to treat a lady?” She asked as she fucked me. “Well, you’ll end up like all the others! Out cold in a puddle of your own cum!”

Hump, hump, hump and then hump again. My first doggy style. At least on the receiving end. Each slam of Kara’s cunt into mine but like a bomb of pleasure being set off inside of me. The humiliation, the hair pulling, the feeling of helplessness…It was so infuriating but also so exciting at the same time. And as any nympho will tell you, getting fucked doggy style will immediately make you wanna do the same to the other girl. Just one more act of revenge that I will soon take great pleasure in. The hot water splashed around and some ended up landing outside of the tub from the sheer speed and velocity of Kara fucking me. My D-cup tiddies jiggled over the edge more and more with each powerful hump.

“Ugh! Agh! Fucking bitch!” I cursed.

“The more attitude you show me, the more of it you’ll get fucked out of you!” She promised.

She yanked on my wet locks even harder than before. I can tell that this is what she lived for. Watching her prey squirm as she humiliated them and used them as fuckbitches. I look forward to giving her a taste of her own medicine. However, I was soon beginning to feel my climax approaching me, flowing through my body at breakneck speeds. Resisting it or even trying to hold it back or minimize it would just tire me out even more and fatigue is every nympho’s worst enemy. All I could do was just sit there and take my fucking.

“That’s it, my little slut!” Kara said through her panting. “Just give in and let it happen!”

She reached underneath my breasts and gave them a good, tight squeeze, making me wince as she still humped into me. I could handle this no more.

“Ohhhhhhh!!!!” I cried out as I came.

I felt my fluids shoot out all over her and into the water as she finally released me. I fell forward, hyperventilating as my wet hair shielded both sides of my face. I felt my boss gently stroke my skin as I caught my breath. For the third match in a row, I was the first one to cum. I know it’s all about who cums last but still, knowing that was beyond frustrating. I was pissed now, even more so than I was before. As I finally caught my breath, I tried to turn around but Kara was on me, pressing her gigantic F-cups into my back. I felt her hardened milk buds poke into my skin as she reached in front of me and began roughly kneading, squeezing and pulling at my tits like I was some sex doll.

“Ahhh!!” I groaned as she borderline molested me.

“All that false bravado and for what?” She asked mockingly as she used her legs to spread mine open in front of her. “You’re still that submissive, spineless little Asian girl that Evelyn pulled off the streets! If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask.”

I was about to curse her out but she used her hand to pull my face towards hers by my chin and once again silenced me with her tongue. She practically invaded my mouth as she lowered her free hand down towards my wide open cunt. She pressed me against herself, her nipples being brushed by my wet hair as she masturbated me. She sank both of us back into the bath as she manually pleasured me and did an amazing job at it. My tongue was helpless to resist her oral invasion and my pussy was red as a beet and burning internally from the arousal and forced masturbation Kara was dishing out on me. Another thing she had in common with Tamara is that she was truly a master of seduction. Seduction is not something that just anyone can pull off. It’s about more than just being hot. It’s a talent that you either have naturally or don’t and Kara had it in spades. Everything about my current situation was just so intoxicating. The warmth of the water and her skin touching mine, my wet hair draping across Kara’s upper arm, her tongue exploring my mouth, her nipples poking my back and of course, her hand assaulting my pussy. If this was a girl I actually liked, I’d be in heaven right now. Being so soon after my previous climax, I soon felt another one flowing throughout my slutty body. I was even more helpless to stop this one than the last one, so once again, I didn’t even bother. As those distinctive jerking movements hit my lower body, Kara finally broke the kiss just to hear me cum.

“Ahhhhhhh!!!” I yelled as I orgasmed, soaking her hand with my womanly secretions.

As my orgasm subsided, she released me gently back into the water as I huffed and puffed. Kara was good. Really good. While Leah was too lax and didn’t take our match seriously enough, Kara was focused and determined and while Evelyn was too rash and easily provoked, Kara was calm and methodical. This was not going to be easy but I was not backing down now. Not if my life depended on it. I turned around towards her, almost expecting her to attack me again but she just looked at me with that pompous, sultry expression she’s had since I arrived.

“Why don’t we dry off and take this to the bedroom?” She asked.

The internal heat from my orgasms mixed with the external heat from the bath water was honestly starting to get to me. Eh, why not?

“Alright.” I answered.

Kara unplugged the drain and the water started going down as we both got out and grabbed the nearest towels. As we both dried off and ogled each other, I had to admit, I was starting to get worried. Was I really going to lose and have to go back to being my miserable old self even if it was just an act and for work? From what I’ve read, nymphos often see their first loss as a watershed moment. We all have to lose eventually but I’d prefer it’d be against a fuck buddy in just a friendly match. Not like this. I shook it off. She’s just trying to psyche me out, I know it. I can’t let my doubts or worries control me any longer. We finished drying off and my eyes followed her shapely ass until she led me back into her bedroom. She had a rather luxurious looking king sized bed. I watched Kara’s stretch, her dark hair swaying, still slightly damp from the bath. She was just so mesmerizing. I shook it off again and refocused. I had to make the next move, no matter what.

“Shall we contin…” Kara was able to say before I pounced on her.

I tackled her into the bed with my breasts pressing into her back, just as she had done to me in the bathtub. I began lapping at and even gently biting her neck as I used one hand to rub her cunt from behind and another to reach below her and viciously grope her F-cup tits.

“Ahhh!!” She moaned. “You sneaky little cunt!”

“It takes one to know one.” I shot back.

It was at this point that I finally realized what Kara’s fatal flaw was. Her underestimation of me. She seemed to think that she mentally defeated me in the tub and that I would spend the rest of this just being her obedient little sex toy. Guess again, you cocky bitch! She relies too much on psychological warfare and is overconfident. It’s no wonder Evelyn has always lost to her, though. Evelyn is very easily psyched out and has the mental fortitude of a toddler. Easy prey for someone like Kara. Not me, though. I’m not so easily backed into a corner. At least not anymore. I held Kara down and felt her leathery, wet pussy in my hand as I manually fucked her on her own bed. Humiliating her like this after all the bullshit she had put me through was beyond cathartic, let me tell you.

“Goddamn you! Fuck!” She cursed.

I laid on the pressure even more, jamming my fingers inside of her in various, alternating patterns, pinching, tweaking and pressing her nipples with my thumb, biting her neck harder, wanting to give her a hickey. I’m honestly surprised that she wasn’t even trying to get out of this or counterattack in any way but I would not make her mistakes and underestimate my opponent. I could not afford to give her even a fraction of a second to breathe. I stopped gnawing at her neck and instead began nibbling on her earlobe as I could feel the goosebumps I was giving her. I then stopped mauling her tits and instead began yanking hard on her thick, silky raven hair. Judging from her reactions, her orgasm was on its way and I pressed my advantage.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Fucking BIIIIITTTTTCCCCCCHHHHHH!!!!!!” She screamed as she came, drenching my hand just as I drenched hers a little while ago.

I finally released her and she turned around to where she was laying on her back, only for me to rub my hand, soaked in her fluids all over her cunt face, wanting to literally rub the fact that I made her climax in her face. However, I knew better than to give her any recovery time. With her pussy still exposed, I kneeled over her and proceeded to sit my own pussy right on top of hers, rubbing our juicy, smooth lower lips together gloriously.

“Ahhhh…” She groaned weakly.

I was already panting as I began to trib her, holding legs far apart on either side of her as I dominated her. I then bent down to lick and chew on her nipples. I really couldn’t get enough of nibbling her, plus the thought of making her walk out in public with my teeth marks all over her was just too much to resist. She buried her hands in my sweat-matted, brunette locks as I suckled on her brown milk buds and humped her slowly but viciously. I felt my labia unfold more and more with each hump as I fucked her until finally our clits joined the blissful fusion and came out only to deliciously collide with each other within our kissing twats. I switched breasts and began sucking and chewing on Kara’s left nipple as my increasing pleasure compelled me to trib her harder and faster.

“You goddamn whore…” Kara cursed weakly.

Her clit felt so warm and springy on mine as I pulled myself up and down over her. After giving her left nipple a good suckling and chewing, I then pulled my face up towards Kara’s surprisingly blushing face as she was panting and I began sucking in her warm, wet tongue ravenously. Back in the bath, Kara had struck me while the iron was hot and took advantage of the fact that I had just cum to assault me again, so I would cum a second time easier. I was doing the same to her now and it was paying off. Her body language and reactions began to show that her next climax was closing in on her. I sealed my lips over hers, both upper and lower and fucked her even harder and faster than I already was. My firm ass went up and down as she reached down to sink her fingers into my thick cheek meat. Soon, Kara could take no more.

“Mmmmmmmm!!!!” She cried, muffled by my mouth.

I felt her shoot her load all up inside me as her girl mess swam up my vaginal canal. It was so fucking amazing. I finally broke the kiss, my brown hair curtaining both of our faces as we panted like dogs.

“Had…enough?” I asked through my own heavy breathing.

“Not even remotely.” She said clear as day.

I was surprised that she recovered so quickly but before I could even say something, she grabbed me and then yanked me upwards. Me being the petite, scrawny Asian girl that I was, Kara easily pulled me up until she forcibly sat my pussy right on top of her waiting mouth.

“Oh, you deceptive cunt! Ugh!” I grunted as she immediately shot her tongue straight through my labia.

As I said when Kara called me a sneaky little cunt, it takes one to know one. She deliberately exaggerated her reactions to my pleasuring of her to lure me into this situation and I fell for it, hook, line and sinker. I should’ve known better than that. Her tongue was strong and the textures of her taste buds made her cunnilingus all the more devastating. She was fast and flexible with it too, exploring deep within my inner walls.

“Ahhhhh!!” I cried. “Goddamn whore!”

I tried to turn around to make this a 69 duel but Kara held me down firmly by my outer thighs. Still, she didn’t get my arms and I was able to reach behind me enough to start fingering her pussy. Of course, licking is far more effective on a pussy than fingering, especially when I was fingering her from this awkward angle where I could barely tell what I was doing but it was better than nothing. My best bet would be to just hold out until either her mouth gets tired, she runs out of breath down there or I manually pleasure her enough to where she has to let go of me in her reaction. Or perhaps some combination of all of that. So, I fingered her like my life depended on it. She secured my legs down with her elbows, using her hands to dig her fingers into my thick ass cheeks.

“Ohhhhh!!” I moaned. “I’ll get you for this, you miserable, micromanaging slut!”

God, she ate pussy so goddamn good. I wasn’t sure how more of this I could take. My clit came out of its hood and she wasted no time in focusing her licking on it, lapping at it like a starving animal. She then sealed her full, slutty lips over my helpless little, pulsating, pink pleasure bud and used it as a tunnel for her tongue to jab at and assault it.

“Fuuuucccckkkk!!!” I groaned.

I had to turn this around fast. I fingered her viciously.

“Mmmmm…” She moaned into my cunt. I was getting somewhere, I knew it. I had to turn up the heat.

It was then that I realized what I had to do. Kara had her arms positioned in a way that left the upper side of my legs movable. She secured my legs by hooking her elbows around them while she groped my ass. If I made her cum hard enough, I could slip out and then make this into a 69! I just hoped that I could outlast her until then. I fingered her as viciously as I could without overly exerting myself. She responded by eating me out even more intensely, nibbling on my clit.

“Fuck!” I cursed.

“Mmmmm!!” She groaned loudly, muffled by my pudenda.

Thankfully, she couldn’t finger me back without giving me a chance to escape, so she didn’t bother. I managed to find her pretty little clit and began pinching and prodding it. I then continued dipping my index and middle finger in and out of her while pressing against her pleasure bud with my thumb. I was beginning to feel those familiar electric volts flowing through me but I could tell that Kara was well on her way too. I couldn’t back down now. Soon though, both of our dams finally burst.

“Ahhhhhh!!!” I cried as I came, drenching Kara’s face and hair.

“Mmmmmmm!!!” Kara screamed into my pussy as she came, once again soaking my hand.

Now was my chance! While Kara was distracted by her post-nut high, I slipped out of her grip and turned around, my face now directly facing her cunt. Payback time!

“You little…!” Kara said before I slammed my twat back down into her big mouth.

I slid my tongue in, wanting every inch of my taste buds to be tidal waved by her juices as I mercilessly ate her out. Kara quickly reciprocated, sticking her own tongue back up inside of me. We both quickly brought out fingers back into the mix, ramming them in and out like tiny, fleshy sex toys. I was transfixed on what I was doing, my competitive spirit and extreme lust both for her body and for revenge against her were the only things going through my head right now. Nothing else. I imagine she was just as hyper focused as I was. Being so soon after our mutual orgasm, we both quickly came into each other’s faces and hair but our screams were muffled by the other nympho’s mouth. My exhaustion was setting in but I was motivated by memories of all the humiliation Kara had put me through. All her biases towards Evelyn. All the pay deductions. All the shitty jobs. All the misblamings. My anger guided me and gave me focus. I felt like a protagonist in one of Yuri’s stories but that would be stupid.

Kara was licking me with everything she had but I could tell that she wasn’t quite up to par with my own cunnilingus of her. She really was not expecting me to pull the move that I did. How do you like being tricked, bitch? Time escaped us as we ravenously feasted on each other. Tongues, teeth, fingers and even the occasional fist or knifed hand were all used on both of us. We came more times than either of us would even bother to count. We would even grab hold of each other and shift our position to the left or right to switch it up a little. Right now, I can only imagine how much of a mess we both look like after bukkaking each other so many times. After eating each other for about an hour and one final mutual orgasm/bukkake, we finally separated. I slid off of her and we both huffed and puffed. I felt like someone took a fire hose to my face. Every muscle and joint in my petite body was begging me to rest but I knew that I couldn’t risk Kara recovering first and launching a counterattack. I got up, crawled over towards my panting, raven opponent and from behind, I sat my juicy, swollen pussy and plump, bubbly ass right on top of the same cunt that I just finished dining on.

“Uhhhh…” Kara moaned weakly as I began grinding into her from behind.

I slowly but powerfully fucked her from this unorthodox position, flexing my pelvis and wiggling my fine ass as I knew she was watching. She reached forward to once again dig her hands into my cheeks as I humped her.

“You little…whore…” She said through tired panting.

“How’s this for your submissive Asian girl waitress, bitch?!” I asked mockingly.

I grabbed her right leg and held it against my chest for balance and leverage for my tribbing. My D-cups swallowed up her shin as I did so. I felt her clit come out of its hood and lightly penetrate my lower pudenda, just as my own clit was coming out and doing the same to her. I’d be lying if I said that forcing my aching muscles and weary bones to do this wasn’t borderline torture but a true nympho keeps fucking her opponent to the very end. I felt my lower lips slide across my bitchy boss’s over and over and over and over again. A feeling that I would never get tired of. I then grabbed Kara’s left leg and used both of her legs to pull her pussy deeper into mine.

“Ohhhhh!!” Kara cried. It was working! I had to keep this up.

I would hop up and down, dropping my crotch on top of hers devastatingly. This move was very exerting but also very effective. My hair flew and my breasts bounced all over the place as I humped her from behind. I felt her fingers digging into my ass in a desperate, feeble attempt to get me under control but it was useless.

“No! Fuck! UGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!” Kara screamed as she came, yet again filling me up with her fluids. I lightly cooed as she did.

Before she could recover, I turned myself around on top of her and now began humping her face to face. She moaned like the bitch in heat she was as I stared her dead in the eye as our breasts mushroomed together.

“Not so smug now, are you?” I asked mockingly. “How do you like being treated like a toy?! How do you like being on the receiving end? How do you like it, you fucking bitch?!”

Before she could answer, I silenced her with my lips, tonguing down her mouth as she had tongued down mine. I once again struck while the iron was hot and humped her with absolutely all of my remaining energy. My mind began to go blank and animal instinct took over as I fucked her mercilessly. I don’t even know how much time passed until she began to jerk her body around, signaling another oncoming orgasm as I tribbed and kissed her even more brutally.

“Mmmmmmmmm!!!!!” She screamed into my mouth as she came one last time.

I kept kissing and humping as I noticed that she stopped responding. No tongue wrestling, no squirming, nothing. I got off of her and saw that she had finally passed out. I smiled at yet another victory before turning my head to look at the clock on her nightstand. Oh my fucking God…It was 3:00 AM! I had to leave…but I couldn’t. My adrenaline had worn off and my body just would not move no matter how much I ordered it to. Goddamn it…I fell forward on top of Kara and drifted off to dreamland. Sometime later, I woke up to see Kara glaring at me bitterly. I figured she’d be a sore loser. I turned to look at the clock again…It was 11:00 AM! Holy shit, I had to leave now! I got up and grabbed my clothes and got dressed.

“What?” Kara asked. “You’re not gonna stay and gloat?”

“No. I’m not like you.” I lied. If I had the time, I would be more than happy to be a sore winner. “Just remember our deal. No more favoritism, no more shitty jobs unless absolutely necessary and double pay.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She said.

I got dressed and went to my car before practically speeding away. God, what am I gonna tell Jason? That I went for a walk? No, I was gone for hours! That I went to see a movie? No, we always go together. That I was tutoring Leah? No, she doesn’t need that. Ugh! I just had to think of something on the fly! I got home and Jason was watching TV.

“Hey, babe.” He said. “Where you been all morning?”

“I, uhh…” I stammered. “Kara made me fill in for a sick co-worker.”

Yes, that was good!

“Sure sounds like something she’d do.” Jason said.

“I tried to text you but she kept telling me to focus on work.” I said.

“It’s fine.” He said.

“Thanks. I’m gonna take a shower.” I said.

I just realized that I wasn’t wearing my uniform. Thankfully, Jason didn’t see me and we talked just as I came in the door. God, I’m so sick of lying to him about this. Still, three targets down, one to go. My sexually extorting cunt of a landlady, Dawn would be my final conquest. I have no doubt that she’s a hardcore vet but I also looked forward to the idea of facing another brunette for the first time. Still, I don’t know if I could handle not telling Jason for much longer. I wondered if I should tell him before or after I took on Dawn?

Part 5

So, my revenge was ¾ done. All that was left was Dawn. In my opinion, she was the one who had taken advantage of me the most of them all. Turning me and my boyfriend into her own playthings while we had no choice to submit just to make ends meet. Even violating my mouth right in front of said boyfriend just a few days ago. Well, I look forward to violating her mouth, nipples and cunt until she begs for mercy. Knowing Dawn, she would probably immediately accept if I challenged her to a sexfight, no strings attached. She’s been wanting a bigger piece of me for a long time. Honestly, she kinda reminds me of Slyvia from KingOfDaPirates’ Maggie and Amber series. Check that series out, BTW. It’s amazing. Sylvia was a massive slut, even by nympho standards and she lived to dominate other women and use them as her toys. Only difference was that Sylvia was pretty likable once you got to know her and still had some amount of respect for others but Dawn was just an incorrigible lecher who saw all others as objects of her pleasure. I can’t wait to give her a taste of her own medicine. While I am confident that Dawn will say yes without hesitation if I challenged her, I also wanted to blackmail her just to see her squirm. She’s earned it. Besides, I blackmailed my first three targets and I like to be consistent. A few days had passed and I decided I would not tell Jason until I was finished with Dawn. At least not fully. I just had to get my revenge fully off my chest before I did something that risky. Still, the guilt was killing me and I had to alleviate it in some way. We were eating breakfast again and I had this look on my face that begged him to ask me what was on my mind. So, he did just that.

“You look like you wanna say something, babe.” He said.

“I do.” I said. “I haven’t been totally honest about what I’ve been doing these past few days.”

“Oh?” He asked, more curious than offended. He trusted me so much. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve actually been standing up for myself lately.” I said. “Against everyone. Leah, Evelyn and just recently Kara.”

“Really?” He asked. “Wow. That’s great. But why keep it a secret?”

“I dunno.” I said with shame. “I felt like I just needed to do this on my own without anyone’s help. And knowing you, you’d want to be there for me. No offense but I just felt like I had to fight my own battles this time around.”

“I understand.” He said as she sat down next to me and put his hand on my shoulder. “You don’t want to be too dependent on your boyfriend.”

“Yeah. Thanks.” I said, cheering up.

I wasn’t lying about what I said. I had to stand up for myself on my own without relying on him.

“If you mind me asking…” Jason began. “What caused this change? It’s like I came home one day and you let your hair down both literally and figuratively.”

“I guess I just had enough of being such a pushover and the change in hair symbolized that.” I said, telling the truth but not the whole truth.

“I guess everyone has their limits.” He said. “So, just that bitch Dawn is left, right?”

“That’s right.” I said. “I stood up to everyone else and got them all to leave me alone except for her.”

“Well…If you think you can face her alone, I’ll respect your wishes.” He said.

“Thank you so much.” I said, hugging him.

I wanted to tell him everything right there and then but I just couldn’t. The other three just went after me but Dawn gave Jason shit too, so I felt bad. Still, if I told him and it led to something ugly, I would not be in the right state of mind to face Dawn. I just couldn’t risk it right now. And even if he doesn’t mind, he’ll probably beg me to let him watch. A lot of nymphos like their men watching them fight but I just couldn’t handle the idea of that. The thought of it made me want to faint. All of my matches have been totally private so far. Just between me and the other bitch. I just couldn’t deal with the pressure. Most of my old shy self had died but not all of it. I would work on that later. For now, I had to finally complete my revenge. Then I would spill it. I swore that to myself.

“So, what did you do to get those bitches to fuck off?” He asked. I loved hearing him insult them.

“I managed to blackmail them into doing it.” I said. “I recorded Leah admitting to bullying me into doing her work and as for Evelyn and Kara…Well, let’s just say I found proof that there are very good reasons why Kaea favored her so much.”

“I should’ve figured.” Jason said.

“I’m still trying to figure out what I can do to blackmail Dawn, though.” I said.

“Well, I have some ideas.” He said. “I’ve been thinking about trying this out anyway.”

“I’m listening.” I said.

“There are a lot of tenants in this building.” He explained. “What are the odds that we’re the only ones Dawn is extorting?”

“Yeah, you have a point!” I said, excitedly.

“So, I’m thinking that we talk to the other tenants and see if she’s been doing this to them too and if they’ll make a statement about it.” He said.

“Yeah, that’s perfect!” I agreed.

“I thought so too.” Jason said. “I’ve held off on it cause I thought it might be pretty risky but it’s worth a shot now.”

“Yes, let’s do it.” I said.

“If we get enough info, we could just threaten legal action.” Jason suggested.

“No.” I said somewhat frantically. “I want to confront her myself. I have to do this.”

“If you say so.” He said.

And so, that is what we did. It took a few days but we did indeed find many other tenants that Dawn was sexually extorting, men and women. They all agreed to make statements and we got some lawyers to get them to sign some contracts and affidavits for us. We also noticed something. The tenants that were being extorted had much higher rent bills than the ones that weren’t. We knew that this could only mean one thing. Dawn was deliberately overcharging the tenants that she found attractive in order to coerce them into extorting themselves to her! Including Jason and myself! This was it! She can’t ignore this! If we take legal action, her life is as good as over! Needless to say, my boyfriend and I felt pretty proud of ourselves right about now. As tempting as it was to shove this in her face right this second, we decided to wait until our next rent was due. The satisfaction of slapping her with this as she came here planning to extort us even more was too much to resist. So, we waited a couple weeks until the day in question. I passed the time by reading more stories and watching more sexfight videos, of course. Might I recommend the Gachinko Lesbian Battle series, starring my fellow Japanese girls? The day soon came, however and we had our legal papers waiting on the paper. Our doorbell rang.

“It’s unlocked.” Jason shouted.

Dawn came in, wearing her usual skimpy attire and her brown hair up in a bun. Stereotypical landlady attire.

“You know what day it is.” She said rudely before looking at me. “Oh, nice new hairstyle, um…Hannah?”

“Heather!” I said angrily.

“Yeah, yeah.” She said. “I was giving you a compliment, bitch.”

“I don’t take compliments from people like you.” I said smugly.

“What’s gotten into you?” She asked. “Where’s the submissive little hottie I know and love? Oh and do I need to remind you who you’re talking to? I was gonna take it easy on you two today but you just bitched yourselves out of my charity.”

Jason and I then looked at each other and enormous smiles appeared on our faces.

“What’s with the big old clown grins?” Dawn asked, annoyed. “Knock this off and strip. Both of you!”

“Why don’t you try and make us?” Jason asked daringly.

“You’ve got an attitude now too, Johnny?” She asked.

“It’s Jason.” He corrected. “And we both have something to show you.”

“Wait.” I said before taking my phone out and opening the camera app. “Okay, now!”

Jason then grabbed our papers and handed them to Dawn. Her usual bitchy, smug look turned to one of pure, pale terror at what she was reading. I snapped a pic as she looked like a deer in headlights. I wished I could relive that moment every day for the rest of my life. She just looked back up at us with a look of absolute fear.

“Got nothing to say for once?” Jason asked.

“This is nothing like you.” I added.

Dawn then sighed, swallowing her pride.

“What do you want?” She asked, all of her usual bravado vanished.

“You and I can talk about that privately.” I said as I got up and approached her.

“What?” She asked, confused. “You don’t want him there too?”

“I’m good.” Jason said. “This was her idea in the first place.”

“Let’s go somewhere private. Your place?” I suggested.

“Alright then.” She said, suspiciously. “Let’s go.”

As we walked out of our apartment, Jason suddenly grabbed Dawn by the arm.

“Just a second.” He insisted. “If you hurt my Heather, even a little bit, I’ll fucking kill you!”

I blushed and grinned.

“Well, aren’t you a real lady killer?” Dawn asked sarcastically.

“It’s alright, babe.” I said. “She won’t do anything with this kind of dirt we have on her. Also, this could take all night, so don’t worry.”

He let Dawn go and my fellow brunette led me back to her place, which was thankfully within walking distance. Like my previous two conquests, she lived in a nice, big house, befitting of a landlady. We then sat down at her dining room table to negotiate.

“Alright, let’s cut to the chase. What do you want?” She asked impatiently.

“I won’t take this to court if you agree to make a little bet with me.” I explained.

“What kind of bet?” She asked, curiously.

“First, let’s talk terms.” I said. “You have to agree to stop extorting your tenants. All of them. Otherwise, this will come back to bite you.”

“Fine. Like I needed you to tell me that.” She said.

“Second, I have a challenge for you.” I said. “A sexfight. You and me. We will grind, lick, suck and fuck one another until one of us is incapable of continuing.”

Dawn’s eyes opened up wide as she grinned.

“Oh, I see.” Dawn said. “You’ve discovered what it really means to be a woman since last we met.”

“I figured you’d be in the game too.” I said.

“Sweetie, let me tell you something.” Dawn began. “All women are nymphomaniacs. Some just don’t realize it yet. Like you didn’t until recently…Oh, does that piece of dick of yours know about this?”

“You mean my boyfriend? As in a human being and not just a sexual outlet?” I asked, smugly. “No. He doesn’t. Not yet. But I will tell him after I tame your sexually harassing cunt, Dawn Weinstein!”

“Alright.” Dawn said. “What do I get if I win?”

“What do you want?” I asked.

“Hmm…” She pondered. “I want to fuck your boyfriend!”

“What?!” I asked with panic.

“You heard me!” She said. “What better way for him to discover his piece of pussy’s newfound passion than that?”

“You expect me to pimp out my man as a bargaining chip?!” I asked angrily.

“Take it or leave it!” She demanded.

I had to think about this. No one likes finding out they’ve been lied to, especially in a way like that. Dawn’s extortion days were over one way or another. Still, I wanted payback and I wasn’t gonna give that up after coming so far. All the objectification and humiliation she put me and Jason through…I had to do this. No turning back now.

“Deal.” I said. “But if I win, I get you as a sex slave for a full 24 hours. Any 24 hours that I wish. I’ll call it in when I’m ready.”

Dawn had to think about that one for a bit.

“Deal.” She said. “My basement is designed specifically for carnal confrontation like this. Let’s go downstairs.”

“Fine.” I said.

“Oh and…I hope you like oil wrestling.” She said deviously.

“I’ve been wanting to try it.” I said.

“Good.” Dawn said.

Dawn walked into her kitchen, opened up one of her cabinets and pulled out two surprisingly large bottles of oil and handed one off to me.

“It’s specially made for sexfighting, so it will never wash off except from relatively high water pressure.” Dawn explained.

Sounds like something that Lady Bianca from A Penman’s stories would sell.

“Good.” I said confidently.

“Now follow me.” Dawn instructed. “Oh and take your shoes off.”

I did just that and so did she. As Dawn led me to her basement, the realization of what I was about to do had hit me like a brick. It was clear that Dawn was a hardcore nympho just by her owning oil like this. They were in containers the size of liquor bottles. How often does she do this? And if I lost, Dawn would still stop harassing us but Jason will find out about what I’ve been doing in the worst way possible and then be forced to fuck a woman he hates, all for my own selfish pride. Even if I won, I would still have to confess that I used him for this bet on top of everything else. Should I just say fuck it and walk away right now? However my mind went blank once my eyes hit Dawn’s incredible ass through her business suit. Even with the suit hiding it, it looked amazing. Something I had never noticed before. Dawn may be a lecherous bitch but she was fine as Hell. If she didn’t have all the approachability of a rattlesnake, I guarantee that she’d have no problem seducing her tenants. Dawn was also 36, a whopping 16 years older than me and the thought of rolling around with such an experienced, older woman made me get hot and bothered immediately. Suddenly, my doubts and regrets faded as my lustful instincts took over. I wanted to fuck her. I was going to fuck her and nothing was going to stop me! I don’t care if Jason was here and begging me not to!

We went down to her basement and the entire room was huge. About half the size of a football field. The floor was the best part. It was all padded and bouncy, like one of those bounce houses at kids’ parties. When she said she had this room purpose built for fuckfighting, she wasn’t kidding. I was getting even more excited. I think Dawn could tell how aroused I was becoming, so she walked in front of me and started stripping first. She started by taking her brunette hair out of its bun and shaking it loose. Holy fuck, her hair was so amazing. It easily went down to just below her ass and it was as thick as a blanket. I was mesmerized already. She then proceeded to her top. She slowly and seductively removed her business shirt off of her shoulders, revealing her white bra, which she immediately unhooked and…My God…Her tits were the biggest I’ve ever seen! Massive! Enormous!

“You like what you see?” She asked teasingly. “Since I know you’re wondering, I’m a G.”

I was silent but my mind was racing. She’s a G! A G-cupped brunette just like Vanessa, the leader of Task Force 732! This was like a dream come true! Like I was about to live through one of the board’s stories! I only wish Dawn had Vanessa’s personality. I wish I could fuck a woman at some point who had a great personality like Tamara from 732, Lady Bianca from Penman’s works, Angel from Angel Dawn’s Private Eye series or Maggie from King’s Maggie and Amber series. Or better yet, all four of them at once in an orgybrawl! Ugh! No! My fantasies can come later. Focus on the real fight here and now! Dawn ignored my silent ogling as she began to take her pants off, revealing her white panties which she also immediately discarded. I finally got a good look at her pussy and what a pussy it was. I had to stop myself from drooling. It looked so inviting and delicious. A perfect shade of pink and the texture was nice and smooth.

“Your turn.” Dawn said, snapping me out of my trance.

I nodded in response. As I slowly stripped down, I realized that I was probably showing too much weakness and/or lust to my opponent but I almost didn’t care. Dawn was absolutely stunning. Easily the hottest of all of my opponents. If I had seen this side of her before…Maybe her perving on me wouldn’t have been so bad? No! Stop thinking like that! You have to focus and win! I finished stripping and Dawn began checking me out.

“Very nice.” The other brunette said seductively.

“I know you’ve been wanting to see me naked for a long time, slut.” I mocked.

“Guilty as charged.” She admitted. “You and that man of yours are easily my hottest tenants. You should’ve challenged me the day you discovered your nymphomania.”

“I had other opponents first.” I explained. “Three of them and I whipped all of their arrogant little clits. Plus, I wanted to see you squirm before I humiliated you to your womanly core.”

“With those little D-cups? Against my ginormous jugs?” She asked. “Well, I’ll certainly let you try.”

I would normally be nervous about the difference in cup sizes but I was way too excited for that right now. Plus, Kara was only one cup size below Dawn and I still beat her ass.

“Why don’t we flip a coin to decide who oils who first?” Dawn asked as she gathered both of our clothes and put them on the stairs, out of our way.

“Fine.” I agreed. “Heads.”

Dawn reached into her discarded business pants pocket and pulled out a quarter. As she bent over I got a good look at her naked ass and it was the biggest, fattest ass I’ve ever seen. Like two fleshy bowling balls. Yet another thing that Dawn had in common with Sylvia. Quarter in hand, she walked in front of me, flipped it and grabbed it out of the air before putting it on the top of her hand. It came up tails. I rolled my eyes as she grinned.

“Don’t worry, baby.” She said teasingly. “I’ll let you oil me all you want after I do you.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ve looked forward to this day for a long time.” I said, jokingly.

“To tell you the truth, yes.” Dawn replied. “Submissive girls are nice but they get boring after a while. Nothing gets my clit pumping like breaking down another feisty nympho. Even if she’s a rookie with only a handful of notches on her belt.”

“Well, it’ll be one more notch after tonight.” I said.

Dawn seductively approached me with her huge bottle of oil, uncapped it and started squeezing it out into her hand. She then rubbed her hands together, spreading the oil deep into her fingers before standing directly in front of me and started by rubbing my shoulders. I almost cooed as I felt her massage me. The oil was so warm and soothing. I felt myself getting hotter under the collar and my pussy becoming wetter and wetter.

“You said this stuff was specially designed for this?” I asked as she stroked the oil down my arms.

“That’s right.” Dawn answered sweetly. “We can get as hot and sweaty as we want and it won’t come off. It takes at least a shower’s worth of water pressure to get off. It also has aphrodisiacal properties, so it’ll keep us both going for a good, long time.”

That explains my body’s reactions. Dawn rubbed the oil into my collar and sternum before reaching my D-cup breasts. I couldn’t stop myself from wincing as she massaged the oil into my tits, digging her fingers in. From her trademark, perverted smile, I could tell she was enjoying this. That’s fine. I would enjoy oiling her right afterwards. She gave my nipples a playful little pinch before continuing downwards and rubbing my belly, then my legs and even the top of my feet. She was done with my front, so she walked around me to where she was facing my back. I could hear her squeeze more oil into her hands and rub them together again. This time, she started from my ankles up. She went up my legs, rubbing the oil all over and then she reached my ass.

“Mm!” I whimpered as she fondled my cheeks. I wanted to make some smart remark but given that I would be doing this to her pretty soon, I couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t come across as me being a hypocrite.

I felt my ass meat absorb and swallow her oil fingers as she borderline molested me. Once she was satisfied with how oiled up my ass was, she continued up my back. I pulled my hair out of the way as she did as she also soiled the back of my arms. I thought she was done but then she grabbed my hair and squeezed her bottle over my head, letting the stuff seep into my scalp and down my flowing brown locks.

“Hey!” I protested.

“Oh, give it a rest.” Dawn said in an annoyed tone. “I told you this stuff has aphrodisiacal properties. You’re gonna want it all over you.”

“But you said it doesn’t come off easy.” I argued.

“It’ll come off with a good rinse, which you were gonna do anyway.” She pointed out. “Besides, with what we’re going to do, it’s gonna get in your hair no matter what.”

“How do I know you’re not just bullshitting me?” I asked.

“If I was, would I be letting you do this to me too?” She asked as she practically shampooed the stuff into my tresses.

I sighed. She had a point. She made sure that every inch of me was covered, leaving nothing uncoated. I felt so strange but the oil’s properties were already getting me nice and horny. Dawn gave my ass a good playful slap as she walked in front of me.

“Okay, I’ve had my fun.” She said. “Your turn, little girl.”

I quietly growled as I bent over to pick up my bottle. Just as my soon-to-be opponent had done, I uncapped it, squeezed it into my left hand and then put it down before rubbing it into my hands. I loved how it felt. It was just…oddly comforting. Whoever made this stuff knew what they were doing. Probably a nympho too. I wish I could thank her very personally. I walked in front of my sexually harassing landlady and began mimicking what she had just done to me. I started with her shoulders, then slid down her arms, then har collarbone and sternum. She hardly showed any reaction. I can only wonder how many times she’s done this. I then came to her enormous G-cups and felt a chill run up my spine as I finally got a couple of good handfuls of them. Dawn closed her eyes and cooed, apparently liking what I was doing. Her tits felt so good. So soft. So supple. So squishy. So comforting. I had to snap myself out of it as I tweaked her nipples and finished oiling them up.

I then kept descending with my oiling, giving a nice coat to her waist, belly, legs and finally the top of her feet. Dawn didn’t need to be told to turn around to begin the back portion. Again, I mimicked her style. I started with her heels, before sliding up her calves, the back of her thighs and then her dump truck ass. As I sank my hands in, I felt almost every inch of my oiled-up fingers be surrounded on all sides by her ass meat, to the point where my fingers were barely visible. Easily the best ass I’ve ever felt in my life. It took more effort than I was expecting but I managed to oil up her ass before moving upwards. I massaged her back and then the other side of her arms. I then put the bottle over Dawn’s head and squeezed the oil out onto her hair. I then shampooed it into her brown locks, feeling how soft, silky and thick they were until every inch of her was covered in the stuff. Once I was done, Dawn turned around, waving her hair back and splashing me a little with the oil. She looked even more stunning than before. Skin shining from the oil, hair matted down and wet from it. So primal, so alluring and so irresistibly fuckable. I imagined I looked the same, judging by her ogling of me. The oil was really working its magic now. I felt so hot and horny. My nipples were hardened. My pussy was dripping. My clit was engorged. I couldn’t take it anymore!

“Now, then…” Dawn said seductively. “Shall we begin?”

I needed no further encouragement. I answered her question by charging into her and tackling her to the ground. I had to fuck her right here and right now! I felt her oily flesh on mine as we both fell to the padded floor with myself on top. My D-cups pressed into her amazing G-cups as I sealed my lips onto hers and she immediately responded by wrestling my tongue with her own. We buried our hands into each other’s oil-soaked hair as we ravenously made out. This felt just like one of those Japanese Gachinko Lesbian Battle videos I mentioned earlier. Seriously, go watch them. They’re every sexfight enthusiast’s dream come true. Memories came flooding back of every sexual humiliation Jason and I had suffered at this cunt’s hands. Especially that dominating, soul-sucking kiss from last month. Now was my chance to sexually humiliate her and I was gonna take my time and milk this for all it was worth. I used my legs to pry the other brunette’s legs open and immediately initiated a brutal tribbing session.

“Mmmmm!!” Dawn cried, muffled by my mouth, lips and tongue.

I felt her pull my hair as I fucked her, out clits already beginning to fuse into one as our lower lips engaged in a passionate kiss of their very own. Our areolas were quickly and powerfully penetrated by the other nympho’s sharpened milk buds. Every grind of my cunt against Dawn’s felt like a tazer of pleasure being fired off all up inside of me. I was intoxicated already. I hadn’t felt so enthralled since I lost my sexfight virginity to Leah, which felt like a lifetime ago. Her pussy was so soft, smooth and wet against mine. Her tongue wrestled mine amazingly and her spit was so sweet and savory. My closed eyes were already beginning to roll into the back of my head. I was already starting to feel those familiar pleasure volts signaling an upcoming orgasm but I was so invested in what I was doing that I just didn’t care. Besides, from her body language, I could tell that Dawn was well on her way too. We kept tribbing and tribbing until finally we both broke at the exact same time, forcing us to break our ferociously heated kissing session.

“Ohhhhh!!!” I yelled.

“Ahhhhhh!!!” She shrieked.

We orgasmed inside of each other powerfully, feeling our womanly juices splashing together in our joined twats. It was even more amazing than I’m making it sound. Still joined, we rested our heads on the other slut’s shoulder as we huffed and puffed, catching our breath, panting into each other’s ears and inhaling the rich scent of each other’s oily hair. I was sweating like a hog but unbelievably, the oil was not running off of me at all! She wasn’t kidding! I licked at her earlobe as a thank you. She quickly reciprocated.

“That was a nice warmup.” Dawn said. “But I’m just getting started, hottie. Your man’s cock is as good as mine.”

“You’ll have to get through my cunt first, bitch.” I reminded her.

“What do you think I’ve been trying to do?” She asked. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

We then caught our breath and Dawn quickly pulled back only to push down into the floor. My long, wet, oily brown hair fanning out behind me on the ground as my voluptuous landlady mounted me. Dawn grabbed my right leg and held it to her pe body, using it for balance and leverage as she mercilessly rubbed her pussy against mine.

“Uggghhhh!!” I groaned. “You fucking whore!”

“You know you love it, you slut.” She teased. “Now just lie down and take it like you always have until now.”

I would’ve said something back but her pussy was just so powerful and just melted into mine beautifully. If any two cunts on God’s green Earth were meant to come together, they were mine and Dawn’s. I jerked my head back and forth as she fucked me like a common whore. Oh, Christ, she was by far the strongest opponent I had ever faced so far! Even more so than I was expecting! In this moment, it felt as if the rest of the world and everyone in it no longer existed. Just me and my landlady. Nothing but two hot brunettes and our insatiable desire to fuck each other’s slutty, nymphomaniacal brains out. Dawn reached down with one hand while using the other to hold my leg up and began squeezing and fondling my bouncy D-cup tits. I watched her own colossal G-cups jiggle and bounce around with each and every powerful thrust that she dished out into me.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” I grunted.

“Agh! Agh! Agh!” Dawn grunted.

The feeling of her inner labia pushing against and penetrating mine was beyond hypnotic and overwhelming. This bitch knew how to trib. No doubt about it. With each thrust and hump, her powerful, pulsating, pink pleasure bud also mashed into mine and it drove me fucking nuts. My insides were burning with pleasure as she groped and fucked me like nobody’s business. I began to drool a little as tears were being pushed out of my eyes from the sheer internal pressure I was having deliciously forced upon me. It was all just too much and I began to feel my next climax starting to show itself. No use holding it back. I was absolutely, positively in no position to even attempt to resist it.

“Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!” I screamed as I came.

I felt my cum exit me and I saw that distinctive, euphoric look in my opponent’s eyes as I filled her up with my fluids. Is that how I look when I make a girl cum inside of me too? Dawn finally stopped tribbing me to take a short breather and she let my leg drop back down. I was honestly kind of disappointed. I was gonna try and turn it around on her but she recovered at lightning speed, faster than anyone I can think of, real or fictional. She pounced on me again, this time grabbing both of my legs and pulling me up until my thoroughly fucked cunt was directly in front of her face. As any nympho in her position would not hesitate to do, she stuffed her tongue straight in.

“Aggghhhh!!” I groaned. “Cuntlicking slut!”

She dragged her teeth across my labia in response to that. She held me against her body by the waist as I felt my ass press against the top of her awe-inspiring G-cup rack. From this awkward but pleasurable position, I could see her slither her tongue all around by pudenda, which just added to the pleasure of it all. She held me nice and tight, making sure I had absolutely no room whatsoever to escape. My oiled up head and upper body still rested against the padded floor but my waist and everything below it was held up high by the other brunette to support her onslaught of cunnilingus against my poor, defenseless pussy. After teasing me with some more tongue sliding and poking, she then popped her tongue right inside of my inner walls and began pushing it in and pulling it out rapidly like a sex toy.

“Agh! Goddamn it!” I cursed.

She gave me sultry but mocking eyes, taunting my helplessness as she mercilessly ate me out. After some more tongue fucking, she pulled me up even higher towards her slutty mouth to the point where her lips could finally reach my clit. She sealed her mouth over my pulsating, pink pleasure bud and kissed it ferociously, using the inside of her mouth to trap my clit as her tongue laid down a devastating, full frontal assault.

“Gooooooooooooodddddddd!!!!” I groaned.

The pleasure possessed me and much of my body began to go numb. Dawn made every other opponent of mine look like a virginal girl next door in comparison, even Kara. I could only wonder how long she’s been doing this and how many other lucky women in the world have experienced the fortune of locking up thighs with her. I jerked my lower body around, both in an attempt to slip away and as an involuntary response to the vicious oral assault being unleashed on me at the moment. It was no use. She had me right where she wanted me. I panted and moaned with every single breath that I took, which was no doubt music to Dawn’s ears as it would have been to mine. She probably would’ve started fingering me as well but her hands were too busy securing me in this position for her to even think of trying such a thing. I felt her drool pooling through her mouth, still enclosed on my clit and then surrounding my little pleasure bud alongside her lips and tongue. My clit had no room to breathe and was being assaulted from every possible angle. There was only one way this was going to end and I felt it getting closer and closer with every last millisecond.

“No! Fuck! AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” I shrieked as I came at last.

The propulsion of my cum was so powerful that even from the position of my lower body being pointed upwards, it was still enough to drench Dawn right in her smug face. The cum that wasn’t swallowed by my horny landlady, at least. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard once in my life. Dawn finally released me and my lower body fell back down to the padded ground. I felt relief as my blood began to flow back to that part of my body again. I felt like I had just ran ten marathons in a row. By all accounts, I should have passed out just from that…But something was compelling me to keep going. It was like my spirit as a nymphomaniac was becoming more and more powerful with each and every sapphic experience that I had. God, where has this been my entire life?

“Had enough yet, rookie?” Dawn asked mockingly. “Because I can go on all night, you hot bitch.”

“I know.” I said as I began to get up. “You always wanted to have me like this.”

“Ever since you and that stud of yours applied for an apartment from me.” Dawn admitted without any shame. “Wait a minute…”

“What?” I asked. “You’re not getting cold feet now, are you?”

“Not even close.” She answered smugly. “Another idea just hit me.”

“I’m listening.” I said, crossing my arms underneath my D-cup tits.

“The deal we have going now is still good, of course.” She explained. “You win, you claim me as a sex slave for any 24 hours you wish. I win and I get to take your man to bed. Regardless, I will stop extorting my tenants for sexual favors but what about a new arrangement after all is said and done?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, curiously.

“You and…umm…” Dawn said.

“Jason!” I said angrily.

“Right.” She said. “You two are easily the hottest tenants I have or have ever had. Plus, two nymphos can never fuck each other just once and then be done with it. Where’s the fun in that?”

“Just get to the point.” I said, annoyed.

“So impatient.” Dawn mocked. “I say that every month when rent is due, we fuckfight each other for it. If you win, you get 50% off. I win and you pay full price. What do you say?”

I thought about that. It was actually a really good deal and a great excuse to keep fucking Dawn, as if I needed another. However, that was just one more thing I’d have to tell Jason after all of this and the idea of keeping so much from him, even temporarily, was conflicting. Dawn, it seemed, could read my thoughts.

“You know you have to tell him eventually.” Dawn lectured. “Especially when I grind your beautiful cunt into pudding and claim him all for myself.”

“Fine.” I said. “It’s a deal. Not like I already don’t have a lot to confess to him, anyway.”

“That’s a good little slut.” She teased.

“Shut up and fuck me, cunt.” I ordered.

With that, we charged into each other and wrestled each other back down to the padded floor. We contorted around each other to the point where I could barely tell what was going on but I managed to pull through and end up on top this time around, albeit facing from the other brunette in a reverse trib. I quickly adjusted and began rubbing my twat against my opponent’s as hard and as viciously as I could.

“Uggggghhhhh!!” Dawn groaned.

“What?” I asked mockingly through my panting of effort. “You can dish it but you can’t take it? And you call yourself a nympho?”

“Shut up and do your worst, slut!” She ordered through her own panting.

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I tribbed like my life depended on it. We were both sweating up a storm but the oil was still perfectly in place. I don’t think a single drop has come off. Was this stuff really supposed to just come off in the shower? Ah, no use worrying about it now while I’m cunt-to-cunt with another hot bitch. Besides, she’s used it before and it clearly came off. Dawn reached in front of her and grabbed my oily hair, yanking hard.

“Agh!” I grunted in pain. “You fucking cunt!”

“What’s wrong, little girl?” She asked teasingly. “Can’t handle a little hair pulling? And you call yourself a nympho?”

Okay, I guess I had that coming. Still, I flexed my pelvis and my ass, grinding into my bitchy landlady with everything I had. I’m surprised we didn’t oil our pussies as we had oiled everything else. What would that be like? Eh, maybe next time. Dawn fully wrapped my oil-soaked hair around her hand and even a part of her wrist as she pulled even harder. I hope that bitch doesn’t expect me not to pull her hair even harder later on. She also humped her body upwards in an attempt to counter trib me. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t feel it but I had the dominant position, so it was a losing battle for the other brunette. I felt my clit push into her lower folds and her clit push into my own lower folds. It was beyond euphoric. Dawn used her free hand to once again sink her fingers deep into my ass meat, squeezing hard, almost to the point of pinching my skin with her nails. It didn’t even slow me down, though. Nothing would. I was going to fuck this bitch if it killed me.

“Ohhhhh!!!” Dawn moaned. “You fucking…goddamn…pussy-fucking…skank!!”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.” I joked through my panting.

This form of tribbing was unusual and some would argue impractical but there was no doubting its effectiveness and certainly no doubting how enjoyable it was. What I was doing right now was more or less the pussy-to-pussy version of the upside down kiss scene from Spiderman. The kinkiness of it was off the charts. I knew that my opponent was enjoying this almost as much as I was. My oiled up hair and jiggly D-cup tits were bouncing and flying around all over the place as I fucked my landlady. In my peripheral vision, I could see Dawn’s gigantic G-cups doing the same as well as her own long, thick, silky, oiled up brown tresses. God, could this get any better? I felt my lower lips absorb hers and vice versa. This was a pussy kiss if ever there was one. Some ignorant people out there think it’s anatomically impossible for two girls to fuck each other outside of pure foreplay but we’re proving them wrong right this very second. Judging from Dawn’s reactions to my humping, her climax was coming on and I laid on the pressure even harder.

“Agggghhhhh!!!” She groaned. “You little…WHHHHHHHOOOOOOORRRRRREEEEEE!!!!!”

She shrieked as she came, filling me up with her cum just as she made me do to her mere minutes ago, which made the feeling all the more satisfying for yours truly. As I heard Dawn panting, I was about to turn around to continue pleasuring her even more in other ways but she immediately got up off of her fine ass and tackled me back down to the ground. She once again grabbed by oil-drenched hair and yanked hair with my bubbly ass pressed against her crotch. Like back in my fight with Kara, I could immediately sense where this was going.

“Agh!” I groaned. “You fucker!”

“Never underestimate your opponent, Holly.” She lectured.

“It’s Heath-ugh!” I said before she started fucking me doggy style and fucking me brutally at that.

At this point, I think she was getting my and Jason’s names wrong on purpose just to piss us off but her calling me Holly reminded me of 732, so I could look past it just this once. I felt and heard my ass cheeks bounce and jiggle as she slammed into me. Each brutal hump felt like an enormous wrecking ball of pleasure hitting me over and over and over and over again. The pain in my scalp from her pulling of my hair only added to that. The vibrations from her smashing into me also went straight to my upper body and made my D-cups jiggle just enough for me to spot in my peripheral vision as I was being fucked by my landlady. The heat I was feeling inside of me made me feel as if lava was about to melt through my skin. I had already gotten myself nice and worked up from my reverse tribbing of her just a couple minutes ago, so it did not take long for my next orgasm to start showing its signs. Dawn was no doubt aware of this too and began pulling my hair even harder and fucking me even faster and more viciously.

“Agh! Oh! You motherfucking, sexually harassing cunt!” I cursed. “Ugggggghhhhhhh!!!!!!”

I cried out as I came, soaking both of my inner thighs as well as Dawn’s crotch. She once again released me and I immediately fell forward into her padded basement floor like a brick, hyperventilating. My sweaty, oil-matted hair curtained my face and fanned out in front of me. I could just feel Dawn’s smug gaze upon me. It was at this moment that I truly came to realize who I was fighting against. More so than anyone I have faced up until this point, Dawn well and truly played for keeps. She would not let even a fraction of a second of the match go to waste. After launching a particularly devastating sexual onslaught, she would stop only to deceive her opponent into letting her guard down, thinking there was a pause in the action and then attack her again brutally just as she begins to catch her breath. These tactics are those of a tried and true nymphomaniac down to her very bones. How do I fight against someone like this and win?

It was then that it came to me. Or rather two things came to me. I have to fight fire with an even bigger fire. I have to get pissed and remember all the abuse and anxiety that this bitch has put me and the love of my life through over the years. I have to really lay into her. I have to show no mercy. I have to latch onto her and never let go until she’s incapacitated. I have to stop thinking and just go pure, 100% offense. So, I did. Memories of what she had done to me and Jason flowed through my mind and my hunger for revenge, the same hunger for revenge that has motivated me since I first decided to blackmail Leah what felt like a lifetime ago, gave me the strength to get up again. I steadied my stance and faced down Dawn again.

“You can take a lot more punishment than I was expecting.” Dawn admitted. “But surely you must see at this point how completely outclassed you ar-“

Before she could finish bragging, I tackled her and for what felt like the thousandth time, we fell back down to the padded ground of her sexfighting basement. I used my arms and legs to hold her respective limbs down as I was on top of her, once again cunt-to-cunt. I sealed her mouth with my own, shoving my tongue in nice and deep and stared her dead in the eyed with a hateful but utterly focused look. Her own eyes expressed shock and surprise at first before quickly adjusting to her current situation and trying to tongue wrestle me back. She wrapped her arms around my back and bearhugged me deeper into our tribbing session as my oiled hair blanketed both of our faces. I humped her and fucked her with more power than I thought I possessed.

“Mmmmmmmm!!!!!” Dawn moaned into our kiss.

Unbelievably, my D-cups were in fact managing to compress and push into her monumental G-cups as her cunt fully gave way to my cunt’s domination. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more powerful in my life than I had at this exact moment and it couldn’t have happened to someone more deserving. Not Leah, not Evelyn, not even Kara. This was pure revenge and revenge was as sweet as honey. I pulled my pelvis and ass back and pushed it back forward into her cunt as powerfully as I could. I saw her eyes wince and felt her tongue jerk inside of our joined mouths in response. I was definitely getting somewhere, alright. She squirmed around pathetically in a desperate attempt to slip away from this but I had her pinned down. There was no getting away. There was an audible, fleshy slapping sound as I pulled my pussy back and slammed it back down hard on her. Her legs started to jerk around in reaction. Just like with me earlier, I knew that Dawn had worked herself up from fucking me doggy style and that meant that her cunt was ripe for the picking. I could tell that her climax was coming soon but at this point, I was barely thinking. I was an animal going off of pure instinct. I finally broke the merciless make out session as Dawn’s orgasm hit her like a truck.

“Fuuuuuuuuucccccckkkkk!!!” She yelled as she came, once again filling me up with her hot, steaming bitch fluids.

I was nowhere near done with her yet, though. I adjusted my position to where I was at her side, giving me ample room to finger her like a woman possessed, which I kind of already was.

“Shit!” Dawn cursed as my hand went at her pussy like a jackhammer.

I smiled arrogantly and flipped my sweaty, oily hair back as I finger fucked the other helpless brunette. I felt the need to brag.

“How do you like that, cunt?!” I yelled. “Not so smug when you’re on the receiving end of being sexually dominated and played with, are you?!”

“Fuck you!” She shot back.

“What do you think I’ve been doing?” I asked mockingly.

I would’ve asked how she likes being treated like a piece of meat as she’s done to me but I honestly doubt she would see that as a bad thing, given how slutty she is, even by nympho standards. I honestly didn’t know right now if I wished Jason was here to see this or not. On one hand, I love the idea of him seeing me humiliate the woman that has practically made both of our lives a living Hell. On the other hand, I still didn’t think I was ready for the pressure of him watching my sexfights. Regardless, I shook it off and continued fingerfucking my prey. I jammed my four primary fingers inside of her while I used my thumb to press and push around her big, round, swollen clit.

“Ahhhhh!!” She moaned.

I held her down by forcefully pressing my forearm against her neck. Her big, bulging, tasty looking breasts were bouncing right in front of my face, so like any sane, warm-blooded nymphomaniac would do, I bent my head down to start suckling on her hard, fleshy milk bud. I teased it with my tongue, slithering along it and jabbing it while I still jerked her twat off with everything that I had. She was moaning and panting like the worthless little bitch in heat that I, Jason and she all knew she was. Music to my ears. For so long, I had to submit to this skank’s will and now here she was at my mercy. The euphoric, cathartic sense of vengeance was almost as pleasurable as the sexfight itself. She soon jerked forward in a way that signaled yet another orgasm closing in on her. My hand and mouth followed her every movement until finally she could not handle it anymore.

“Agh! Agh! Agggggghhhhhhhh!!!” Dawn screamed as she came like a fire hydrant.

Her secretions flew at least a full foot in the air and I saw her eyes briefly roll into the back of her head as she fell back. While you certainly can’t fake a squirting orgasm, I knew that Dawn could easily be playing me and exaggerating how much that orgasm had affected her. So, with her sprawled out on the padded floor, I bent down in between her legs until I was face-to-face with her sweet, pretty, juicy cunt. She had gotten to eat me out, so it was only fair for me to do the same to her. Without any warning, I jammed my tongue straight through her inner labia into my upper lips were more or less tongue-kissing her lower lips.

“Ohhhh!!!” She yelped. “Ugh! You cunt-sucking thot!”

In response to that retort, I reached up and dug my hands and fingers nice and deep into her squishy, jello-like G-cup tits as I dined on her pleasure center. Really, I was having the time of my life. My tongue explored deep into her vaginal crevices, letting my taste buds get surrounded from all sides by the other brunette’s unique, tangy flavor. I made sure that absolutely no reachable part of her delicious cunt was left unlicked by my horny, slutty tongue.

“Agh! Fuck!” Dawn cursed as she pulled my still oily hair in a feeble attempt to gain some small amount of control over my pussy-eating.

I started at the absolute bottom crevice of her red, ripe pudenda and slowly but excruciatingly dragged my tongue all the way upwards through her labia until I finally reached her unhooded, hardened, pulsating, pink pleasure bud and sealed my lips and tongue over it.

“Ohhhh!!” She yelped as I added some nipple pinching to the mix too. “I’m not gonna lose to a rookie like you who’s only one three matches!”

‘How’s that working out for you now, you hot bitch?’ I asked in my head as I continued my meal.

I bobbed on her clit like an apple at a Halloween party, not just licking but nibbling, kissing, sucking and drooling all into the poor thing. I knew it would not be long now and I was right. She jerked her body around again in those all too familiar patterns and timings. I had my upper lips thoroughly sealed over her lower lips, so I was as ready as I could ever be.

“Shhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiittttttttt!!!!!” She loudly cursed as she climaxed.

I swallowed a great deal of her sexual discharge but my face and hair still ended up getting doused pretty good too. I practically had to pry my mouth off of her cunt as she was left huffing and puffing but at least we were even now when it came to pussy eating. I pulled away from her but if you think I was gonna stop there, you clearly haven’t been paying attention. I quickly bent down and grabbed at her waist before I pulled her lower body up towards me, just as she had done to me earlier in the fight. I then stepped one leg over her while her cunt was exposed, her legs suspended high up in the air before I sat my own twat right on top of hers. Another little trick I picked up from watching Gachinko Lesbian Battle. I rubbed back and forth deep inside of her as I rode her like a horse.

“Uhhhhh…” She moaned. I could tell she was starting to feel the pressure. I had to keep laying it on. Don’t stop for anything!

I put so much of my weight into this unorthodox tribbing method that she could not possibly slip away. It was tiring for me but overwhelming for her. High risk but also high reward. I just could not get enough of watching Dawn’s face contort in sheer pleasure, knowing that I was causing that. Remembering all of her molestations and humiliations of me. I could do this to her at least another thousand times. The pleasure on my end was by no means small but that’s the name of the game. You have to take as well as you can give, no matter what. Otherwise, you’re in the wrong line of competition. I rubbed forward and back, left and right several times before lifting myself up only to slam back down hard on her cunt.

“Agh!” She grunted, jerking her head back and forth as her long, thick, oily hair fanned out behind her on the padded ground.

I could feel that another orgasm was imminent, so I picked up the pace as best I could without needlessly tiring myself out. Oh, shit! I think I was starting to feel my own climax closing in on me too! Too late to stop now! I just had to take it as best I could and keep moving forward!

“Ohhhhhh!!!” Dawn cried as she came upwards into me.

“Ahhhhhh!!!” I cried as I came downwards into Dawn.

Once again, our girly fluids coalesced together as we orgasmed simultaneously before I finally released my rival and let her lower body fall back into the floor. I felt so drained and beaten down but I had to keep going! I can’t lose this match! Not for anything! I saw that Dawn was hanging on by a thread herself so I descended on her one last time. This is it. If I don’t finish her off right here and right now, this fight is as good as lost. Just as she had done to me, I pushed her onto her stomach as she groaned wearily, grabbed her by her thick, oiled up brown tresses and yanked hard, sending her ass careening into my pussy.

“Ahhhhh!” Dawn cried. “Bitch!”

“Had to give you…one last taste…of your own medicine, cunt.” I said through my panting.

My mind went blank as I fucked my landlady doggy style, feeling nothing but her thick, dump truck ass slamming into my twat and her cheeks pillowing around my waist each and every time. Her hair was so thick and soft in my hands, even with all the oil which still stayed perfectly in place. Time escaped me again. I just kept humping and humping and humping and humping. I fucked like I had never fucked before. Nothing but the sound of my grunting with effort and her moaning from pleasure filled the room, along with the sounds of skin smacking together. Goddamnit, no! I felt another climax coming and it would surely be my last! Can’t stop now! I just have to keep fucking her, no matter what! Don’t think! Don’t panic! Just do it! Just fuck her! Fuck her again and again and again and again! Fuck her hard! Fuck her fast! Fuck her until she can’t walk for a month! Fuck her until her eyes roll into the back of her head! Fuck her until she pussy looks like mashed strawberries! Fuck her until she never sees you as that helpless, shy, submissive little shrinking violet ever again! FUCK HER!!!!!!!!!!!

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!” I screamed as I came.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Dawn screamed as she came.

We both sprayed each other like geysers to the point where it actually managed to finally wash off some of that incredibly stubborn oil. We then fell to the ground on our hands and knees, huffing and puffing like asthmatics. I felt three quarters dead. The only thing keeping me conscious was my sheer nymphomaniacal willpower and hunger for vengeance. I looked over at my opponent as her eyes fluttered until finally closing as her head fell off to the side. My eyes went wide as I realized what I was witnessing. She fainted. She passed out! I did it! I won! My revenge was finally complete! I fucked Leah! I fucked Evelyn! I fucked Kara! I fucked Dawn! All fell before my superior tits and pussy! I was not a rookie anymore! I was a woman! The old me was just a helpless little girl but now, I am a woman and no one can tell me otherwise unless they want their cunts thrashed too! However, there was one last thing I had to do. Tell Jason. I tried to force myself to get up but my weary bones and aching muscles just refused to listen to me.

“Oh…shit…” I cursed.

I’d never been more exhausted in my life. I just collapsed. I had to sleep. I just had to. I looked up at the clock. It said 6:00…AM! I got here at 6:00 PM! I’d been fighting Dawn for 12 hours, just like Jasmine and Sabrina in their fateful third confrontation in the penthouse pool! Jason must be worried sick! I just couldn’t move…Sleep…I need sleep…I…need…sleep…

Part 6

I couldn’t believe it myself. Four of the best and hottest nymphos in sexfight history all defeated and panting on the ground at my hands. Or rather at my amazing G-cups and veteran pussy. Tamara from YuriLesboLover’s 732 series. Lady Bianca from A Penman’s stories. Angel from Angel Dawn’s Private Eye series. And last but not least, Maggie from KingOfDaPirates’ Maggie and Amber series. All four stunning, busty beauties were naked on the floor, their long, sweat matted hair blanketing their blushing faces after I had just whipped all of their hot cunts.

“That was quite a workout.” I said perfectly clearly, showing how little effort it took.

“Wow.” Angel said, flipping her blonde hair back. “That was incredible.”

“Yes.” Tamara agreed, flipping her raven hair back. “I never thought anyone besides Serena would push me so far.”

“You’re even better than Amber.” Maggie said, flipping her red hair back. “Don’t tell her I said that, though.”

“Indeed.” Lady Bianca agreed, flipping her dark hair back. “Heather, women such as you are once in a lifetime.”

“Which is why I’d like to make you an offer, my dear.” Tamara said, approaching me back on the bed. “I’d like for you to join Task Force 732. With you on the team, Las Brujas won’t stand a chance.”

“Wow, really?!” I asked excitedly. “That’s amazing!”

“Yes.” Tamara said. “I know my other girls will love you…Sometimes twice a night.”

“Hold it.” Angel interrupted, going up towards my bed too. “I want her as my intern. Jane and Wendy will love her way more and I can always use another pretty face to attract customers.”

“Why would Heather join up with some PI when she can be an actual cop?” Tamara asked.

“Wait a minute.” Maggie interrupted, also coming towards my bed. “What if I want her as my intern at the library? My last one was an ungrateful brat but Heather is worlds better.”

“Oh, please.” Lady Bianca interrupted, approaching all of us. “Why would she want to be with any mortal women when she can join June and me? Think of it, baby. We can have threesomes for all eternity.”

All four women started bickering with each other around my bed as I ogled their hot, sweaty naked bodies.

“I want her!” One woman said.

“No, she’s mine!” Another said.

“Ladies, ladies!” I interrupted. “I think you all know how to settle this.”

Suddenly, all four of my suitors gained devious grins.

“Yes, we certainly do.” Tamara said.

“This won’t take long, Heather.” Lady Bianca said.

“Don’t get cocky, bitch.” Maggie said. “You wouldn’t be the first Bianca I’ve outfucked.”

“Are we gonna talk or are we gonna fuck?” Angel asked impatiently.

“Fourway it is.” I announced. “Last nympho standing is the winner. Ready…Set…”

The next thing I knew, I was opening my eyes to see Dawn cuddled up to me, our bodies still coated in oil. Goddamn it, it was just a dream! I should’ve known!

“Glad to see you’ve finally joined the land of the living.” Dawn said as she caressed my still oily body.

“You took advantage of me in my sleep, didn’t you?” I asked.

“Like you wouldn’t do the same if a hot, naked girl covered in oil was cuddled up with you.” She argued.

I rolled my eyes. She had a point. It was then that the memories of last night came flooding back.

“Wait…” I said. “I beat you! I won!”

“Yes, yes.” She said, annoyed. “Congratulations, your royal sluttiness.”

“Wait…What time is it?” I asked.

I looked up at the clock and…It was 6:00 PM. Just before I went out, it said 6:00 AM! I fucked Dawn for 12 hours and then slept like a log for another 12 hours!

“Oh, God.” I groaned before looking at my oil coated skin.

“Man, this stuff is strong.” I said.

“Told you.” She said.

“And this will just come off in the shower?” I asked.

“Yes.” She said, pointing to a door on the other side of the room that I didn’t even notice until now.

“And if it’s particularly stubborn…” She said. “I have specially made shampoo and body wash designed to get it out nice and easy.”

“You really came prepared.” I admitted. “Too bad you lost to a rookie.”

“Well, you’re not exactly a rookie anymore.” Dawn said. “How about we go get cleaned up…Or rather clean each other up?”

“Will some shower fun not count towards my time I have you as a sex slave?” I asked, reminding her of our terms.

“No.” She answered. “I guess I owe you a freebie after taking advantage of you in your sleep. Now come on.”

I was worried about what Jason would think of me being gone for a full 24 hours despite me texting him that I might stay overnight. However, my loins were heating up at the thought of showering with Dawn, so I put my concerns aside for now. If he’s waited this long, he can wait a little longer. She guided me towards her basement bathroom. This was a good idea. She can use this to wash her and her opponents off without getting oil upstairs. Dawn turned on the water in her rather roomy shower stall and we waited for it to get warm. Eventually, it did and she stepped into the shower followed by me. I was mesmerized for a bit by the sight of her soaking underneath the water. She was right, the oil began to wash off. I was hot and bothered enough by this and I stepped in with her. Before Dawn could react, I forced the other brunette up against the shower wall, ramming my tongue down her throat. She immediately reciprocated and thus began a passionate lesbian sex session in the shower. No competition or aggression here. Just two girls enjoying each other’s company. We fucked long and hard in that shower. We tribbed, licked, sucked and fingered each other for I don’t even know how long. We lathered and shampooed each other nice and thoroughly with that specially made body wash and shampoo that she mentioned earlier. Eventually, we finished each other off enough and got out, drying off.

“Say hi to Jason for me…Heather.” Dawn said with emphasis.

I rolled my eyes. She really was getting our names wrong on purpose.

“Will do, Danielle.” I joked.

As I left the bathroom, the padded floor had no oil on it due to the oil’s strength but I did have to walk around last night’s sweat and cum. I grabbed my clothes from last night and got dressed…Do I dare to look at the clock?…9:00 PM…I was fucking Dawn in the shower for three hours! Her water heater was something else, as her bill must be too. Jason was probably asleep by now. Oh, God, I have so much explaining to do. I felt pretty beat myself after three hours of lesbian sex. Without the competitive flavor, the adrenaline doesn’t pump as much, keeping me going. I walked home as I expected, Jason was sound asleep. I would tell him everything first thing tomorrow morning. For now, I went to bed myself.

“Ah, she’s finally awake.” A voice said from next to me.

“Good.” Another voice said. “That orange tiger bikini will look great on her.”

I opened my eyes to see a tanned blonde and a dark-skinned raven sitting at either side of me. The blonde was wearing a leopard skin bikini while the raven wore a panther skin one. Holy shit, it was Inge and Conchita from JB57’s Jungle Queens series! I sprung awake.

“Wow. Is it really you two?” I asked.

“Yes, dear.” Inge answered. “And we have a surprise for you.”

Conchita handed me a two piece, orange, tiger skin bikini to go along with their own.

“We’d normally have you kill a tiger and make this yourself.” Conchita explained. “But Inge and I think you’ve earned the right to be a guardian of the jungle.”

“Now, let’s get you into that thing.” Inge said. “Domino and Martina have found their own third girl and they’ve challenged us to a three-on-three match.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice!” I said excitedly.

“We think they’re going to meet us here.” Conchita said. “But we’re NOT-NOT-NOT-NOT…”

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP

My alarm clock went off and I turned it off. Another dream. Man, I wish they’d last longer. I got up and stretched before I realized what I had to do. I took a big gulp as I got dressed and went to the kitchen for breakfast. Jason was already there and we ate silently and awkwardly.

“You were gone for a while.” He pointed out. “I know you said you might stay there overnight but not for two full days.”

“I know.” I said. “A lot happened. I’m sorry.”

“Why?” He asked.

“Because…Because there’s something I haven’t been telling you.” I admitted. This was it. “Actually a lot of things.”

“Like that you looked at my laptop that night a month ago and discovered my history looking at sexfight stories?” He guessed perfectly. “And that you became such a fan that it gave you confidence and you’ve been sexfighting all of the girls that bullied you all this time?”

I blushed as red as a tomato. I was so embarrassed.

“How…How did…” I asked.

“I can look at my own history, babe.” He said. “I saw that my browser visited and revisited sites that I don’t remember.”

“I’m so sorry!“ I said in a panic, feeling like my old self again. “I just panicked and had to know what you were looking at and I shouldn’t have distrusted you like that and I shouldn’t have invaded your privacy and-“

“Babe, babe, relax!” He said, holding me as I was on the verge of tears.

“It’s fine.” He said. “I shouldn’t have acted so suspicious. I know girlfriends are really mixed on their guys looking at porn, so I panicked myself. I’m sorry.”

“I still shouldn’t have done that.” I said, calming down.

“It’s okay.” He said. “Besides, your sudden change in attitude out of nowhere kinda gave you away.”

“I guess.” I said.

“Honestly, this was a good thing.” Jason said. “You finally stood up for yourself and this was what pushed you towards that.”

“I guess you’re right.” I said as we sat back down. “I only wish it happened sooner.”

“Me too.” He said. “So…How did it go with Dawn?”

“I won.” I said. “She’s agreed to stop extorting us and everyone else.”

“That’s great!” He said. “I’m so proud of you!”

“Thanks.” I said with a soft smile.

We finished our breakfast and afterwards, we sat at our couch where we discussed it more.

“There’s more to it, though.” I said. “She wants a rematch with me whenever our rent is due and if I win, we get a discounted price.”

“Awesome.” He said.

“Also…” I said. “Since I won, our deal was that I get to have her as a sex slave for any 24 hours that I call in.”

“Wow.” He said.

“Are you okay with that?” I asked.

“Am I okay with my hot girlfriend fucking another hot girl and also humiliating the bitch that has made our lives miserable?” He asked sarcastically. “I’d be taking a loss but I think I can handle it.”

“You ass!” I said with a chuckle as I playfully slapped him.

I told him everything about the fight with Dawn and then all of my previous fights with my other bullies. All the juicy, fleshy details. Like any man, he was naturally enthralled. After that, we spent hours, although it felt like minutes, talking about our favorite stories, characters, pornstars, videos, everything. It was such stimulating conversation. It was like we were on our first date all over again. Eventually, we got to him asking me about characters I’d think I could take in a fight.

“Okay, Brandi from Brandi’s Opus?” He asked.

“Hmm…” I thought. “I think I’d tie with her. She’s feisty like me but super laidback.”

“I dunno.” He said. “She can be pretty vicious too.”

“Are you saying you’d think I’d lose?” I asked jokingly.

“I’m just saying, you should keep that in mind.” He said. “Okay, Serena from Lusty Lives and 732?”

“Are you kidding?” I asked. “I wouldn’t stand a chance! Only Tamara has ever beaten her and it took like a million tries!”

“Okay, Sabrina from 732?” He asked.

“With a little more practice, I might be able to whip her.” I answered. “Jasmine might get jealous, though and I’d definitely lose to her.”

“You’d be a great member of 732.” He said.

“I had a dream about that, actually. Well, kinda.” I said.

“Oh?” He asked.

“Yeah but they’re getting a new girl, anyway.” I said. “I wonder who it is?”

“What if I told you that I’m friends with Yuri and he told me who it was?” He asked.

“Really?!” I asked excitedly. “Who is it?!”

Just then, the doorbell rang. We put our nerding out over sexfight literature on hold and answered the door. It was Dawn.

“Well, if it isn’t the loser.” Jason mocked.

“You finally told him, did you?” Dawn asked.

“Yep.” I answered as I hugged him. “Everything.”

“Fantastic.” Dawn said sarcastically. “Look, the other day, I came here for rent, which I never got. You know where this is going.”

“You want a rematch now?” I asked.

“No, I want it in ten years.” She said sarcastically.

“Go ahead, babe.” He said.

“My turn to ask you a question.” I said before looking at Dawn.

“Do you mind?” I asked her rudely.

“No. You lovebirds go right ahead.” She said. I rolled my eyes.

“Do you want to watch us?” I asked almost meekly. “If you do…I’ll let you.”

“Are you comfortable with that?” He asked. “Be honest with me.”

“Well…I don’t think I am…Just yet.” I answered honestly.

“Then, I’ll wait until you are.” He said. I smiled as I kissed him on the cheek. “Good luck, my little champion.”

“Aw, isn’t that sweet?” Dawn asked mockingly. “Now let’s go back to my place.”

I hugged him goodbye as I followed Dawn back to her place for our rematch. What started out as the worst day of my life soon led to a discovery that changed my life more than I ever could have imagined. My Journey to Confidence was complete. My life could not be any better if I wanted it to. I look forward to all the sexfights of my future. I’m only 20. I have a long life of nymphomania ahead of me. Life is good.

The End

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